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I think that if I see the boy I like at his most vulnerable state, that’ll be the starting point that I begin to love him. 

I don’t know why, but I find people’s vulnerability endearing. It just says so many things about them.

If I see him rushing to a shade to get away from the downpour, see his eyebrows furrow as he reaches a certain part in a book, see him laugh with no restraints because I’ve just discovered his ticklish spot, hear him say something that he’ll take back afterwards, see him try to hold back his jealousy but fail, see him trip or fall, or simply see him flustered by something I’d just said—I’ll probably grow to like him more, and maybe even love him, after experiencing said events.

Just one problem though, I have no one and no one has me.

But then again, I don't really give two cents about having a steadfast relationship with any boy at the moment. Some girls feel pressured to have boyfriends, well, I'm not one of those girls. I don't even think I'll ever be one of those girls. I think it comes with my laid-back personality and my 'what comes along, comes along' disposition in life. 

And also, I have an unhealthy obsession with boys who don't know of my existence.

Which is probably why I will die alone.