8/12/2019,

this one's not gonna last. i promise with my heart.

it's not gonna happen in a minute. but what i'm feeling right now, will be forgotten.

at least that's what i hope.

you used to be the last thing that i wanted. although you're still not the first, but damn it, it's so strange the way that you've been running in my head all day long.

maybe i'm overthinking, maybe i'm magnifying, maybe because it had gone away for too long so when it made a comeback, i cannot get used to it.

you planted the seed but you don't want it to grow into a flower. and trust me, neither do i.