Confused

I never thought, not even in my dreams, I would write about this man. On my blog. Lets' called him... White. Or Blue. I'm not sure. Sometimes he looks like an air that could be seen, and sometimes he's like a small calm wave in pretty paradise of the Atlantic. I think I describe him wrong. But that's how I felt. Alright let's call him Blite ( I'm not sure what this could mean, though).

So, Blite is a dear friend of mine. I met him last August, Jakarta. At first I thought he's scary, with his weirdo hair and beard and he's fairly taller than me. He's kind, he's nice, he's smart, cheerful, a good person. And I'm not sure why I wrote this but somehow I can't get him out of my mind for weeks so I think this gonna probably helps.

I like him. A lot. I think of him as my big brother. Further, I assume he is like a represent of imagine what Yellow could act if we were friend. They born in same year anyway.

Lately I wonder what the hell is wrong with our friendship. It feels kind of... sour. It's not like what our friendship used to be. He act strange, makes me did the same in return, and we're more like two clowns in the stage who had practised well but suddenly forgot the scenario or how to throw three ball at once. We talk differently, awkward, and it's totally not what we used to be. Sometimes I miss all stupid jokes or intelectual thoughts about work and world.

I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm not sure if I feel right. Maybe it's just my imagination. I don't wanna think about it, adn for some time I can stop think about it, but the thoughts keep coming back and makes me do.

And I can't runaway.