Thank you. And thank you. For the you-know-who.
Thank you for your lovely letter. Thank you for your lovely poem. And just thank you for always made the best of my day.
I told you its 75%. Still. That percent left is yet for you to outreach.
Everyone was yes, right about you and him. However, I don't know a quarter of my heart still insist on waiting for the impossibility. I'm helping not to however, its difficult to.
Sometimes, I wish that you would pay more attention to my favourite songs because the lyrics they sang are the words I'm too scared to say.
And I guess you are right. I'm afraid. I am afraid to put my guard down. I am afraid that you know all that I am, you won't feel the same. And I am afraid that once my barrier is defeated, and I am comfortable, you will walk away.
I've seen gray skies turned to blue, and the way you smile when you tell me I'll get through this. However, you know how much I wish you you'd say that in face.
Maybe my heart didn't really skip a beat.
And maybe the twinkle in your eye was just the sun reflecting weird.
And maybe the feeling in my stomach was just no having enough breakfast.
And maybe then, I thought I was, I don't know-
in love?