Talking to you is one of the bravest thing I do. I admit, it was hard to face you, communicate and hide whatever feelings I have. It's hard to make eye to eye contact with your two round eyes. It's hard to focus whenever you are making a point. It's hard to grasp all the words and every story you are sharing because at the back of my mind I contemplate on how long this awkwardness will take. If only I can, I would stand up and say "Stop, I've had enough!" but that would just be plain rude. So I just sit, stare and endure the pain of listening to the sound of your voice and the creepy feeling of seeing your soul as I stare at your eyes. I guess I'm weak after all.
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