she's the slow type. she's the type that don't understand love, don't understand the feeling of falling in love. she see every guy and girl as potential friend, but never a potential lover. i know that, i know that as well as everyone who took a good look at her. and i know i'm not going to be the one to change that fact. i don't have the maturity or the charm to change her heart, to get her to experience something that's entirely new. instead, it's the other way around. this might be the worst kind of crush. there's no visible threat, there's no clear enemy, there's just a fortress where all the knights and warriors have came by, but never get to crush through the iron gate. you might think you could be the one, but that's rarely the case. and i'm foolish enough to fall too deep into the trap lay along the way that i'm still figuring ways to get out of the mud after being rejected when i try knocking the door. there are many that have come to this point, and there will be more to stand in my place, until one day, somebody figure out the way to pick the lock and sneak in. i just hope i won't be there to see her falling in love, i just hope i won't have to be there to hear her saying those words, words i would exchange my life for just to hear her say once, to somebody except me. to this point, she might as well be dead to me. actually, it might be easier for her to die, then i have every right to think of her and, well, think of her.