Everything seems to be in whirl. Honestly, I don't know if my current state of emotion is even legit. Will the past ever repeat itself? Some part of me hopes it will, despite knowing that it won't. Thinking back, I wonder how different today would be if I chose otherwise. Considering how trivial it was, you probably would have long forgotten about it. But that part of me seems to be still living in the past. It's comforting and heart warming. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it. Were those purely innocent glances or a sign that you knew? Maybe this fondness is just temporary. Even if it's not, there's absolutely nothing the heart can do.