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She was randomly staring at a picture. It says so much but yet so little. It suggests happiness or drunkenness but perhaps there is something hidden there. What it is may not be revealed. It may well stay hidden forever or perhaps it is not hidden, it just hides as it does not really have to reveal itself. Babbling, thinking, just sitting in thought, just in a dream. Feelings are so strong, stronger than first imagined, but yet they are not new to her. She has felt these feelings before but they were crushed and unimportant. Perhaps now it is different, perhaps it is not. Wanting him, knowing he wants her. Why do they hold back? It would work but for how long? Being driven crazy, she sets herself at ease. Knowing that one day the next step will take place, knowing fine well that right now she is not ready despite her feelings towards him. She hopes he understands. She wants to be one thing that makes him happy. She wants to understand and know him better. She simply wants him. She wants him to trust her, to want her, to hold her to just be there with her. She cannot stop the thoughts of them together; she cannot get him out of her mind. There are obstacles. It is just a matter of time however before they figure their way around these hurdles. She knows that no matter what the choice is, in the end he will always be there for her even if it is not how she would wish. She shouldn't wish she will only end up disappointed. She drifts into a dream. The dream as always involves him. She stares again at the picture and thinks of how happy she feels. She is happiest when in his arms. This used to apply to the lover before but something went array and she has yet to realise what exactly. She knows in her heart why it crumbled. She fears that it will happen again and will continue to happen. It’s over now. She moved on. There again another hurdle. The old lover wants her back. She is confused by that but knows it would be a ridiculous idea to back to him, matters would only get worse.