Sitting in the corner of the cafe, drinking coffee and attempting to nibble on a pastry that seems to be too corroded to eat. Despite the loud music, I can hear people passing by on the street outside. I'm trying to collect my thoughts, but nothing seems to come to mind. However, I do feel a sense of freedom that I enjoy the most. It's getting a little hot, but I can't sit in the air-conditioned area since I'm smoking. Maybe I'm thinking that the love of my life will come across the road and look into my eyes, mesmerized by my beauty(although I'm probably exaggerating; I'm quite simple). But, I really feel a deep need to love and be loved . Of course, I have many people who have a crush on me, yet I'm not very interested in them. I'm still waiting for the right one, doubting that he will ever come.
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