What The Hell Do I Do Now?

Still too young, or too old?

Still immature, or mature too soon?

Still hiding in the past, or throwing oneself head-first into the future?

I don't know anymore.

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I used to think I was better than other girls. I thought that I didn't need reassuring, and I was independent, free of being clingy to others.

I guessed I was wrong. I like to be coddled, to be taken care of, to be let known that I'm loved.
(Just so in moderation, and in actions rather than words.)

Maybe I'm just paranoid. But the feeling I have in my stomach won't go away until I am assured that I do have that person's full attention.

Sigh. Maybe it's just me. :/

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Past Whispers and Reminisces

It's funny how pictures can bring back a multitude of (by-gone) feelings.

A slow touch of hands, deliberately-by-accident.

The feel of his warmth next to me.

"So can I have your number?"

It's just a shame that not even months of texting could forge a possible friendship. We don't even speak to each other anymore.

Still, it was fun (at times) while it lasted.

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