I took so long to get over the walk of shame, the period of unforgiving sneers and even longer to tread over my wishful thinking. I now walk with the confidence that my crush is long gone and no longer an issue in life. But I just can't pull a straight face coupled with a serious tone to whisper that I've gotten over her, sincerely. I breath lines of agitation and assertion that I've moved on but time still finds me welling up with jealousy or curiosity given the right scenario. I know deeply this is a fantasy extended beyond my wildest imagination but some things are just hard to put down.
My longing for an Android.
My lust for all play and no work
My dreamland of becoming famous.
My need for that one true love.
Who shall it be, who shall be mine, who shall be my valentine?