He's always like that. A bunch of cute youngster adulating him, his opinionated view towards the world around him, and his way delicious flirtation. He's not cute, he's handsome, in the way that reminds you to the popular song once sung by Britney, you know, a guy like you should wear a warning, it's dangerous.. Never mind.
He's a very busy guy - yet between his working hour, which is almost endless, his gym time, and his dedicated-to-fans-time, he always make a little space for me. It's always a simple hi, or a simple emoticon, which then for me would lead to a mundane chit-chat, usually about guys, and he usually would not be interested. Or perhaps it's just me. Perhaps I am too lazy, or even too dumb, to talk about anything heavy, but then again, I am not the one to brag about anything. I am a hopeless romantic, so what do you expect when you talk to me? Exactly. Guys. And guys.
People come and go. And to some extent, I have thought that perhaps he would too, and we'd be one of those awkward friends, who used to know each other but then get nowhere when engaged in a decent conversation. So I got insecure. I acted out. Cliche. But then we made up. Deep inside, somehow, I know he's always be there. Not know as in knowing, but know in the sense of hope.
He's never really done anything for me, which is why what I am gonna tell you next will make it really absurd: he's my someday guy. Not in the desperate way, but more because I know I could never make it to his heart and settle down there forever, or at least not now. So perhaps, someday. So, someday guy. I told him once, and he's like 'what's a someday guy?' I told him that in time, he would probably know. Until then, lets skip the topic. And back to the matter around the world... hey you know recently there's a dispute regarding the budget issued by the house of representative....
