I dragged myself out because it's about time I leave. I stood next to the entrance gate anyways. I might be lucky and meet him by accident. I couldn't even focus while riding the bike home. His face might be along the roads somewhere. I vowed not to go back to that house again but I'm weak and I wanted some company. 

It's really strange. All my crushes lasted two weeks maximum. Yet, him, I can't let go that easily.

Note to self: Try to use that energy in something creative.

This is not him though.