Part 2

Rainy Stories (Part 2)
So the picture with him i was talking about yesterday, well, it almost came. Almost. I could've, we could've, but its all due to one thing, called courage. Im really sorry for today, and i hate myself for running away.
I wanted to look at you in the eye and talk, and just take that darn photo which i really really want, and perhaps even talk on whatsapp after we take the photo.
But I guess I was too timid, too shy, too afraid that you would not care, and that your unintentional (perhaps intentional) slow reply would make me feel that I am annoying you, and I'm not worth your time at all. Or that you treat me less than what I want you to, and that I'm worth much much lesser than your friends, and it hurts so much to even think about it. But its time to get used to it. Used to everything, used to how cruel society can be. Im sad, and tears will somehow flow when i listen to sad songs while walking home. It hurts, memories hurt, but i guess all we can do is to suck it all up.
Indeed, im realising that i am missing you, perhaps only a little, perhaps a lot, but till the end, i really wonder when will i stop missing you. Time passes so slow now while im waiting for your reply, and it just sucks. Praying everyday that you will live each day happily and one day, perhaps you may find your right puzzle piece, one whose shape wont change and stay with you forever. I hope i can let you go again, soon.
Soon.