Beating of my heart.
Wonder why did i my heart beat so fast... I wonder why did i have to ran? I stood there dumbfolded as i saw you walk down the escalator, book in hand and a pretty lady by your side. My legs stood rooted to the ground as i traces ur every movement. Once out of slight, i picked up my pace and left the scene as fast as my legs cld take me. It was as though it was instinct; to just run away...
Why was it so fated tt we had to 'almost' bump into each other 2 times in a short span of half and hour.
So many questions left unanswered...
Most of all, I wonder why do i still feel this way...
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