I had once fall in love with a dull expressive guy.

The memory of having those kinds of jittery feelings for him was wonderful. I love having those feelings for him. But not after mature-emotion-handling day.

I had confessed to him truly what my feelings was for him to let it out of my chest and focused on my career. He didn’t reject me rather he wish for us to be in knows-each-other-better friendship and asked why I hadn’t confessed back then. My expectation was rejection and I moved on, go on with life as a career woman, relationship barely in mind but will move along not until I truly think it’s appropriate to settle down. But as you see it was the otherwise.

It was fluttering at first. My very first confession didn’t turn out with me being denied and well my self-esteem wasn’t hurt that shall caused me a bit of a trauma for next confession.

What I didn’t expect was feeling trapped with whatever that I think shouldn’t started in the first place. I didn’t know how to do this. Both of us I bet. He was on the silent side. I don’t know. Probably me. I am the problem.