I drive slowly. I was looking at the view ahead of me, listening to some metallic music while mind floating like a fat balloon.

It’s been days since that interaction and confession of Zad. I can’t get it out of my head. It’s such a damn distraction!

The first he tol me he like me, I just let it slipped because those word has different meanings for me. He could like me for the pleasure I was giving him or simply because he likes me. But telling right in front of my face that he’s in love with me was indeed different. I don’t want to accept it, even if...