except it wasn't a game.And it was one of those things where the other person keeps on looking at you, but avoids eye contact. They'd stare, but once you look at them, they look away. They avoid your gaze, trying to make it seem like they weren't looking at you at all.
We did that today.
At the bus stop.
Him, with his big umbrella.
Me, with my hoodie.
I hated his glances. At first, it was his cocky attitude when I got there. My happy mood got ruined. And then he kept on looking at me. I hate that. It was making me crazy.
I don't think he likes me all that much...
I guess I'll just leave him alone...
But whenever I walk to the bus stop, and he see's me, and he's walking there too, he walks over to me and starts a conversation.
I like him.
I like him a lot....
But I know I don't love him.
I am incapable of loving...
愛してない
でも・・・
ＩＤＫ．
あたしの
胃が痛い・・・
今はここちゃんは食べ物を食べている
じゃね。
