May 12

You are so difficult to read. I know people aren’t books and that I should be intrigued by the mystery behind your ambiguity, but it’s not fun when I have all the clues collected but no signs of the truth. Do you like me? Do you hate me? Why do you stare at me? Why do you choose stand beside me? Or notice the smallest details behind my own mystery? Shyness is the barrier that withholds me from solving this enigma. Now how can I break through to you?