I used to ask myself… why am I just a friend to someone that I really like?
Then, I remember… I did that to certain people who seems to like me as well.
I set the boundary. I guess I am comfortable of them being just friend.
So, it’s not a weird thing to have people to treat me that way too.
Friends did comment about me being loyal to the wrong people. I like the wrong guy. I despise those who like me.
I don’t know.
But then, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Life is mysterious, don’t you think so? It’s so full of surprise something when I look back, some things were just surreal.
Mysterious… hmmm… why some people could be so mysterious and some are just so open about themselves?