she is surrounded by men who make her heart beat faster. and if she has not sought consolation in their arms already, it is only a matter of time. as if my knowing the name of that bloke would change anything. the point is i am not that 'him' she refers to talking to her friends. something that bothers me less for every day.
she hang up on me and i am not sure how to interpret her brusque reaction. i want so badly to be her friend, i miss the magic she radiates, the magic i have become blind to. she is not an ordinary girl and i hate seeing her as such. i saw her magic even before i fell in love with that girl, so i know it was not a product of my love doped imagination.