Too Match

Currently playing: "Spunk" by Greek Buck

43 hours ago.
I was exchanging messages with the Pretty Fly for a White Fag (PFWF).
I freaked out.
I laughed.
I emphatized.
With him.
And I was just fine.
But 15 minutes ago.
He spoiled my supposed-to-be-ooohhhh-so-lovely-day!
He'd affected me for 11 minutes.
And I suddenly realized that it was the ugly consequence of me flirting to a PFWF.
Phew!

Well,
he was one of the beautiful pink trial packs that I got from my July package.
He's undeniably (but) too pretty to handle.
And he shouldn't be thinking that I'm into him.
He's too "too".
And he's too much for a goddess.
He's a heavenly creature as per say,
and I am forever wicked.
Yes.
I appreciate kindness.
But too much kindness is offensive.

We'd still see each other in the office.
He'd threw signs to greet.
He'd smile but I'd smirk.
I just don't know why I can't greet him on the lobby everytime I bumped on him.
I just feel weird.
Yeah,
I'm weird and he's queer.
I even sent a private message stating my awkardness.
He wonder.
I don't give explainations.
I'm not fond with details.

Now,
I hate him.
I know he'd laugh at me.
I don't care.
He can die laughing,
seriously.
End of his story.