The difference is, I didn’t forget to mention how I feel last night. In fact, it was all I thought about. My mind was in a constant battle between mentioning it or not mentioning it to you. In the end, I chose not to say it. I did swallow the words that I was meant to say. Now, it’s nearly 12 o’clock and yes, I do need your attention. I am not drunk for I do not drink, but I still feel hopeless. All of your guards standing tall and defensive, should I still push through them? Should I still let myself in? I think I am not stronger than that, but you did stole my eyes and I never looked back. Next time, next time. There will always be a next time. I still feel stupid for having that idea. My friends casted equal votations for mentioning it or not, making my decision making a lot more difficult. Haha. They told me to wait, until the timing is right. What if I was the only one stopping the clock? What if I was the only one thinking that the timing is right? Here goes my what-ifs again. It’s funny how I can relate a song to my current sitch. One phone call. One text message. One talk. Just one, and it could end up with endless possibilities of being with you, or it could end up shitty, like how my day ended. But there was no call, no text messages, no talk - just some crappy moments I don’t even want to bother remembering. Yay, happy birthday to me!