It's been few days we haven't spoken again. I rarely meet you there; the place where you used to be, sat down and took a cup of hot tea on that table. I am recalling now... the days we used to be together, when you asked me whether I'm not going home... and you know, people miss something because once it happened; it may not come back.
And time does fly away. Leave me behind with many words locked inside my heart to tell to you. I fight back the urge to text you or call you, telling myself that if you wanted to talk to me... you would. But I know that it's not on your mind, since whenever I should have known that there is none of your points of view. And once I'm hoping... I'm pouring bitter on my heart.
So many things I have to say... if only you woke up at that dawn and saw how many calls I left on your screen. The other night you came... but I know there was still a lot things you have to make it done. I was tickling my counting clock, as you flipped each page on your book, without knowing when will I see you're smiling back at me once again. How many times I need to spell your name to make you here with me?
It's spent 3 years, I have seen you from a distance. You were there, on the left corridor with words unspoken. I came along with my friends, and they started to punch my palm hands because I can't say anything to you. They don't know, I felt like my heart was trying to jump out from my chest. My lips are sealed, I caught my tongue; by remembering those boys who came and gone away... but suddenly I feel so grateful, you are none of them.
There's still a lot of stories; about you and my memories. Your name is everywhere on my page, and I'm sick to find that it's also written on my heart. And now I wonder if you think about me as much as I do... and I don't know what the hell that was, I cried desperately by longing you. Why must I miss you at the same time I know that you are NOT mine?
And yes, I came to realize; whether you have known or have not... the words they say are truly true: I didn't mean anything to you. I'm like the other girls who adore you, who can't blink their eyes when they see you. And I should have not hoping too much... none of ordinary girls get what they called an extraordinary boy.
Well, I know it sounds pathetic, err, I rather hate it. Spill things a lot, eh? But how can I lie myself? I can't read your mind, I can't send the signs... I don't want to break anything between us; I don't want to be hurt at all, I don't want to fall on the same hole. That's how I save myself from those little butterflies who keep on dancing... may they bring us a happy ending.
February, 26th 2010,
your secret admirer.
And time does fly away. Leave me behind with many words locked inside my heart to tell to you. I fight back the urge to text you or call you, telling myself that if you wanted to talk to me... you would. But I know that it's not on your mind, since whenever I should have known that there is none of your points of view. And once I'm hoping... I'm pouring bitter on my heart.
So many things I have to say... if only you woke up at that dawn and saw how many calls I left on your screen. The other night you came... but I know there was still a lot things you have to make it done. I was tickling my counting clock, as you flipped each page on your book, without knowing when will I see you're smiling back at me once again. How many times I need to spell your name to make you here with me?
It's spent 3 years, I have seen you from a distance. You were there, on the left corridor with words unspoken. I came along with my friends, and they started to punch my palm hands because I can't say anything to you. They don't know, I felt like my heart was trying to jump out from my chest. My lips are sealed, I caught my tongue; by remembering those boys who came and gone away... but suddenly I feel so grateful, you are none of them.
There's still a lot of stories; about you and my memories. Your name is everywhere on my page, and I'm sick to find that it's also written on my heart. And now I wonder if you think about me as much as I do... and I don't know what the hell that was, I cried desperately by longing you. Why must I miss you at the same time I know that you are NOT mine?
And yes, I came to realize; whether you have known or have not... the words they say are truly true: I didn't mean anything to you. I'm like the other girls who adore you, who can't blink their eyes when they see you. And I should have not hoping too much... none of ordinary girls get what they called an extraordinary boy.
Well, I know it sounds pathetic, err, I rather hate it. Spill things a lot, eh? But how can I lie myself? I can't read your mind, I can't send the signs... I don't want to break anything between us; I don't want to be hurt at all, I don't want to fall on the same hole. That's how I save myself from those little butterflies who keep on dancing... may they bring us a happy ending.
February, 26th 2010,
your secret admirer.
