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I detest as to how this interaction unfolded in the most foolish manner possible on my part. In my tiredness and inability to think properly, the first thing I decided to do was to hug this giant person just because I thought that he was perfect for it. Kris Wu. Well, I should give myself some credit because this guy is really nice to embrace. I just abhor how I had done this so carelessly to a stranger. I mean, I don’t even hug anyone in general aside from my parents.
Even after my spell of doltishness runs dry, I still do peculiar things. How is it that the act of fixing things could go so wrong? When I attempted to explain myself about the embarrassing incident, I just end up crying because of the perpetual mess that lurked on the inside. I didn’t think that anyone on this campus would have understood how it felt to be transparent and hollow altogether. Like you’re this wasting space of nothingness even after all you’ve done to salvage whatever you could call a part of yourself.
So it makes me smile, nevertheless, in a bittersweet sort of manner, that this senior turns out to be a hidden compassionate, and the subtle actions of his that unwittingly comfort me are dangerously endearing. I don’t think I want another person to hold only to lose them afterwards. Pray, someone please help me keep my distance from this alluring anchor for the weary soul.