I used to like lots of guys. But what I feel until now, I tell every single friend that I really like this guy, that I’ve told you before, sure must be one of the boys that I’ve told and written here.
But what I feel is different. I don’t feel anything to anybody. I don’t like him, I just miss him. I don’t even like _____ or _____, or even ____.
I don’t know what I’m feeling. I just can’t find the words, the words to tell my situation. I just like this guy, but I don’t feel like I do. But still, every time I meet him my heartbeat goes really fast. Or maybe I just don’t believe in my feeling? Or I’m wrong? Or I don’t know.
He’s like giving me the best smile. The smile without braces on his teeth. The sweetest smile that I’ve ever seen. The way he talks, the way he walk, the way he brings his big bag, the way he takes care of himself. I really miss those.
I don’t know, if I must like him or the guy that I meet in school everyday. He is nine grader, well, I swear to myself not to tell anybody. The ones who know are my two best friends. I can’t tell their names, cause if I tell, someone will push them to tell who is he.
His (not real name is) Mangga. Why I call him Mangga, cause I like mangoes, every single things those include mango flavor in it. Candies, lollipops, ice creams, juices, everything.
Well, I’m still confusing with this thing I call, “The Love Business”.
Mangga and ___ make me losing myself. Make me feel a little bit nervous and afraid of myself because I like him.
