let me tell you a story of mine, a tale of dreams, hope, friendship and first love.

he has gorgeous eyes, and a messy hair. He always looks so relaxed, he swings his hands and lay back too much when he walks. He talks so comfortably to everyone, he makes everything looks so easy on him....and hard for me. I am the careless one, i worry too much, i can't trust easily i can't trust him. I makes everything complicated and hard. I made too many rules, and he's just everything against it. I swore i would never fall for him, and i knew i shouldn't.

Then he came to me like a heavy rain on a sunny day, weird i know and rare, and strong, sudden, undeniable. I couldn't help my self, i fell deep and fast. We're so young and silly. We made too many awkward memories and stupid promises. He started to feel like home, warm and comfy and for a second i thought that he's the right one.

But i am the cold ice queen and he's the cocky one, we're both holding back our pride probably too much. None of us would like to suppress our ego. We spent too much time on silent, busy with our own things. We did argue a lot over so many stupid unimportant things. Too much misunderstood, too many unexplained things.

Right now i feel like i am in the middle of a race, a race that would left one of us lost and hurt in the end. I am thinking of so many 'what if's. what if i could push down my ego a little more? what if i could be more understanding? or How if we didn't start this whole stupid idea, how if we didn't meet at all? Will it have a different ending, it doesn't have to be a happy ending, just a final story where there's no tears and none of us will ever get hurt.