There is one day you ask me about my favorite book. My answer is short and sweet. You deny it, you say that if I'm faking it as my favorite book, because one will be excited to talk about what they love and talk about it non-stop. You are wrong, I'm not faking it.
There is the other day you ask me to talk about what happen during two weeks in my life. I say just like that, if we look at it, two weeks passes just like that. As if nothing special happens, but it surely does.
About talking.
I'm a forgetful person - I think of so many things, yet I'm not good with bearing details for a long time.
There are days, I want to talk to you about what happen today. At the end of the day, at night. But you're not there. So I keep it those rollercoaster days and talk about it with someone else and friends.
Day by day, always something that I want to tell you. But you're not there. And who am I anyway.
After weeks, those rollercoaster days seems like nothing, like it seems.
I'm just another girl who passionate about work, maybe you think.
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