Being Real

Being real was about telling me to wake up. There was no possibility that this hurt is unreal.

I met Chairwoman today after her English test. And she didn't need to see me for 10 seconds to realise why I was there in the Concierge Safe Room with her.

This is being real happening. Thinking about it, I should have arms-lengthed this and kept defences up. But then would I have found fun when there was, joy when there was and help when I needed?

Perhaps there are possibilities. Perhaps there are no boundaries. Perhaps there will be some LOL moments shared again. Maybe to see that smile again.

Toto said, as soon as forever is through, I'll be over you.

Or : when x bothers you, do y