I sleep fantasizing about him. I dream about him. In my dream, we are holding hands, talking about minor things that probably doesn’t make sense to anyone, no romantic stuff, just the casual talk. And those casual talk is what I enjoy. That casual talk is so precious to me that my brain starts to find excuses so that I can talk to him. Its so insane that I even wished that when solving problems, I get stuck in some questions so that I can ask him and get to spend time with him. What I like the most about him,...Read full confession on reddit
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