Boys, boys and more boys

Boys. I love boys. Boys are my obsession. They’re always on my mind. Bad boys. Good boys. Lost boys.

Guy best friends? Check.
Boyfriend? …

Hi. I’m just another girl who is in love with idea of love but fear commitments. I’m not sure if the fear of commitment is the right excuse though. All I know is that one second I’m interested and the moment they show any signs of returning the feelings e.g. flirting with me, doing sweet stuff, calling me beautiful, dedicating days for me, telling their friends about me, their friends teasing about us, or asking me out, I get really terrified and scared. Then I run. I run. Far far far and away. Because it’s scary and unknown and a mystery. The touching. Especially the touching. I sort of live in my own little world where I limit the touching. As in, I can touch you but you touching me takes years of patience and trust.

Lame I know. Forever alone tendency. Maybe arrange marriage still works in Indonesia? Other wise I’d be hopeless.

Maybe I should try working on being attractive before I worry about filtering guys.

Sorry, just a quick thought.

Yours Always,
you see me rollin’, you hatin’

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