butter to my bread

when i'm sitting at the bench outside Head of Department room this morning, i've been distracted by a smell. i was like God, please stop torturing me with this smell. suddenly i saw him coming out from the HEM room. again i was like God, why you grant me with this smell's gift.
i miss that smell. i hate that smell. i love that smell. it's like he purposely torturing me with that smell. keep using it every day when he well aware how much i love that smell. you know what it feels like when you like something but you're not allowed to touch it, to be near to it, to be close to it, to be able enjoying every moment of it just because you're such Ego Maniac. just because you're the most Stubborn Rebellious Princess. just because you're the Sulking Queen.

p/s: not talking to each other give me more space to enjoy the art of peeking. secretly enjoying that sexy ass. the move every time he walks. the tight pants holding that yummilicious roundy thing. i like it.

shit!!! i sound like a pervert enjoying girl's body. seriously, am i a girl or a guy?