A good cry
I need, not only want, but need, a good cry. One day, a senior told me -the occasion was a farewell lunch before I embarked on my current journey-, find a partner, life will only get lonelier from now on, you need a friend . I need a good cry as I start to see it coming. As usual, at that time I was just chuckling. I never took this kind of stuff seriously, at least that is how I think it is seen to people. I keep denying, acting nonchalant and childish, bro-ing boys around me. In front of everyone, I refuse to grow up since I was 13, when romantic love first introducing itself to me in a horrifying form. At that time, suddenly, out of nowhere, there was this powerful feeling that attached me to some boy so strongly, even if it only happened in my head. It tortured me physically and mentally with racing heartbeat, difficult breathing, stirring stomach, immense worry and awful pessimism whenever I catch a glimpse of that boy in a crowd. Yet, at the same tormenting situation, I felt a