Some days.

Some days...I feel normal.
When I think I am not obsessed with him anymore.
Some days...I dun.
He becomes special.
Some days...I think about him..
Miss him even when he sits just 1.5 metres away from me.
Some days...I feel nothing.
Not even when he is just standing beside me.
Some days...I couldn't be bothered.
Whatever he does is none of my business.
Some days..I am too bothered.
Even if he did nothing I just want to know.
Some days...I dun like him.
For so many reasons.
Some days...I like him.
For no reason at all.

(A poem written when he is not around)

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