A lot of people have been hoping on my behalf that my feelings for tofu boy are reciprocated. I was actually startled when a friend asked, "Requited or unrequited?"
I don't know, somewhere along the line you just stop thinking if the person will love you back. Because there is no evidence, no guarantee that a person ever loves you back. The only time you can trust this is when he says it himself. And by that you have to ask, "For how long? And how much?"
I say, let's drop it with the expectations and the conditions we subject the object of our affection to. That's why it's "unconditional" love. Yknow what I'm saying?
It's because, Tofu Boy, I don't give a rat's ass if you like me or anyone else for that matter. I don't care if we end up together or not, or if we'd ever go out on an official date. All I care about, is that I'm happy when I see you. I love talking to you and we could go on for hours, I swear. (Well, of course, you're a talkative one) And that smile? It makes every minute in this hellhole we're in a little more bearable. You make my day. You make me smile. You make my burden light.
What more can I ask of you? Diba guys?
So yeah. BASTA I CRUSH YOU, TAPOS USAPAN!
P.S. Idunno, is this starting to turn into a blog dedicated to Tofu Boy? MEH. SORI NAMAN INLAB.
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