I know... It would sound so cheap, that I love someone I've never even met. I do love him----or 'her', I don't know. Through many blogs which he (or might be she) had been following, I, still, can't find the true form of him–or her–self. I don't want to argue with the fact about how I come to be so selfish, imagining this person always to be a guy, depending on my brittle feeling... But eventually I win. I don't care about the truth. So from now on, let's call this person.... 'him'.
If my friend never asked me to solve a riddle, I would never search that holy keyword 'riddle' (it's not the only keyword I used, of course, but the important word of the key was 'riddle') on Google and find his blog accidentally.
So, at first, I just did what I should do, which was reading the whole I-am-kinda-looking-for article, and I should have stopped right after it'd been perfectly done.
It should've been enough.
But the fact was... I got trapped by his another article and I got trapped in his another article and I did it again and again.
Therefore, I dripped.
I just loved the way he wrote all his posts. I just loved the way he'd been acting so wise. I loved the way he tried to hide the real him all time, and it successfully worked. He was sophisticaded. Yet, that's the thing which made me freaking love him.
He was mysterious.
He was tricky.
He was, perhaps, deceiving.
He was like a riddle.
Just like another 'him'.
Him. Yes, him. My riddle.
:)
And don't even bother caring about this new 'him', I'm not going to tell you anyway. So, maybe next time.
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