Rage, Rage Towards Another Trap (Curse This Day)

Well, I still like him - the kind of "like" that will linger on till graduation day, or up to the last minute of my MRR (just in case). And yet he'll only like someone who's like him. But I can't be like him... because if I am exactly like him, I’d like myself too much. I can't be that girl. I hate the fact. It crawls in my head like legions of ants towards an exodus to the land of sweets. I could only dwell on the remaining days of the semester... and then all communications will cease to exist. I could dwell on forever bout all the things that will happen when that day comes... up to the very last drop, up to last bit of him fading into my vision, and the growing of his presence in my thoughts. I hate this feeling... and yet I’m numb to any other emotions I’m supposed to feel except for this... and the sadness that he plants into my heart every time he secretly tries to get away from me when group meetings are over and all the members are gone except us. I still have two weeks. He can only run around the classroom walls or of my apartment... round and round... as I just sit, listen to him and stare in silence. When two weeks are up, he can run, not round and round... but away... fading among the shadows with last answers to the final exams. I can stare no more by then, but I’ll just continue to sit around and listen to the loud echoes of his memories that scream within my soul. Now I'm just another girl who can only thrive in loneliness like I've been in long time ago. I should have known that this trap has been set before, waiting for the return of my once failed escape.