Can't say I was never wrong, but some blame rests on you.

In five days I will be sitting for my final paper of the semester before a three-week long holiday. Introduction to Psychology. When I registered for the course at the end of last semester I thought to myself, God, this is going to be a pain in the ass. But turns out it wasn't after all. I've quite enjoyed my classes and my carry marks aren't too bad either. And since now I have a five-day gap, I intend to put in my all and ace this bitch. 

One day left to spend for the semester. 

I want to see you. I want to see you really badly. I want to see your reaction; how your body tenses at the sight of me, how panic registers upon your face, how your eyes soften, how you become lost and self-conscious all at once, how you look eagerly at me and wish in a million ways that things were different between us. 

Is it my fault what happened? I needed to know and you misinterpreted my good intentions. Your overreaction was uncalled for. And now, we are stuck in the vast desert of nothingness.

We both harbor fears. Somebody has got to give. Or else we will both be spending our days wondering what if. 

Time is running out. June is a little too close for comfort.