Life is...

Who am I on his eyes?
What do I look like?
Why Im so worry about what he thinks about me ?
Haha , Im just one of the girls that wants him as my boyfriend .
Those girls , more beautiful , more outstanding , they have everything .
They smart and just a little miss perfect .

But me? Huh , just a girl . Not pretty , not smart , not amazing like they do .

Wait wait , what the hell Im thinking about now?
My friends are too tired to listen to my stories that just make me feel like a fool about this stupid love .

They said

"Why dont you think that you are pretty and go get him , you have everything ."

What? Everything , ? Nice trick to make me happy , right huh?
Sometimes I do think why I always underestimate my self , why I think that he is too perfect , and one of those girls who like him - not me , I mean I love him , but lot of girls are more perfect than me- is more proper to have an internal relationship with him

Im a stupid
Foolish
Underestimate-er

What else?
Well , if I use my logic and try to think clearly I may find that
Im pretty , Im smart and he's not too perfect like I said and I am the one who proper with him .
Hahahahahaa , you wrong my dear . I would never think like that . I am Ms. Nobody ! (Uh , come on you think like that again)

But ,

One think I have to assure that
I am lucky (well , not as lucky as you but I feel a bit happy when I know this feeling)
Why?
Because I am his bestfriend .
I am happy when he wanted to tell his deepest secret to me
I am happy when he sent a message that only for me with those flattery words
I am happy to find out that he waited for me
I am happy because he feels secure when he is around me
I am happy to see my cellphones and his name appeared on it and I picked up the phone and we have a nice conversation that night
I am happy to know that he did that just for me (well i dont know yet , but my friends said so)

But still ,

I keep thinking why he trust me that hard and why he ignores all of his fans , and I still thinking , I am too optimistic to write all of these things .
What evil that get trough my soul so I can write all of these stories?

One day , I have to be ready for all the possibilities that I will find .