Moni. 21. Muslim
This is what they don't know about me.
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They didn’t realize that they physically were drawn towards each other, despite a table between them. A small candle flickered shadows over their faces. The only thing she could see was him, and he never took his eyes off of her. Perhaps the feeling of love was more pronounced to someone who peered in at them, like the waiter who passed by them several times before being noticed by them. It was an entirely separate world they were in. And it was magical.
"He is an easy guy to become close to, but when you get close to him, it’s a different kind of close. It’s not where he knows everything about you and you know everything about him. It’s more focused on that single moment only, not any other moment." —now-mee
I hate social networking. I don’t like talking to random people and pretending to be super nice to someone I don’t even know. I don’t feel like it’s a real conversation, nor a real sort of polite-ness that’s being brought forth into the conversation when there’s a stranger involved. It all feels strained, pushed, and fake to me.
There was this guy who liked me, and I was oblivious about it for a long time until he started dropping really obvious hints. I think we were great as friends. We don’t talk anymore. Pity he had to go and mess it up.