Did I ever cross your mind? Did you ever talk about me with friends? Have you stared at me long enough to see how amazing I could be? 3 simple things for everyone but seem to be impossible on your part.
This time I don't want to be deceitful, like I deceive every time you are beside me. Pretending as if I do not enjoy every moment I am with you, but I do. Every action you do, I scrutinize like a hawk. I secretly gaze at your lips while it spills a word. Word produced by a well-tuned voice. Stably I watch your eyes as you have far-off look and wish that you would bat an eye. But when you do, either I bow down my head or divert my eyes and ostensibly blush. I feel enchanted whenever you ask question about me, making me feel that you're interested in me. Butterflies begin to glide in my stomach each time I see you from afar and everything appears to move slowly when we literally meet each other halfway. The knight-errant of your hands gently hold mine as you guide me walking on a craggy terrain. You just don't know how you make me feel beautiful. Tons of people utter compliment about me, but yours are the sweetest. Therefore, I accept them with good grace. Air, I am only that to you. You feel my presence in your skin but you don't care. Pragmatic, that is.
I adore you. I do. I really do. And I'm aware that these wishes scampering in my head like a roller coaster are beyond the boundary of possibility. Hence, I will take joy in every juncture that we are together. This journey will eventually disappear like a snap. But before it has to end and become strangers again, let me tell you this... IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU.
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