I want to see MORE of your face.
Seeing you makes me so happy and I don’t know why. I really like you, I like you, I like you infinitely. I like talking to you and treasure every word you speak to me. Being near you, or knowing that you’re nearby, equates to contentment. I don’t get it; it must be unexplainable. I don’t know what to call it.
Your hand fit so perfectly in mine in those instants long ago. You still look quite the same: cute, well-dressed, except for your eyes, which contradict the rest of your appearance with a surprising brilliance. Maybe when that question was asked, almost recently though it seems like ages, the indirect question asking what I thought of you, maybe I should have said, yes. I do, I like her, I like her very much.
I liked you back then and I like you now, but maybe it’s not in the same way. You mean more to me than you used to and it’s strange to think that I was near you for 4 years and unaware of your existence, unaware of the existence of the person whom I constantly think of and am acutely aware of now. You’ve somehow become so important to me, and you’ll probably never realize it because I won’t tell you, and I won’t tell you because I don’t understand why I think this way about you and I don’t understand what I think about you. All of that is immaterial and irrelevant - I only know that I’m glad that we’ve still got a year together before we’re separated even though she is on Traineeship - as a part time student at College Central (Bishan).
I want to be your friend more than I’ve ever wanted to be anyone’s friend. I want to know everything about you, the places you’ve been, the people you love, and I want to share an eternity’s worth of moments with you. I really do not know why like to see you so much. I don’t think there’s ever been someone who inspired these feelings in me, these haywired feelings, and I don’t know what it means.
If I love you, and I’m almost certain that I do, I don’t think I’m in love with you. Maybe it is love; I don’t know. I just like you, like you, like being near you, like all your flaws, like your cute voice, like your everything, like you. You’re fantastic, you light up my darkest skies - in my opinion. You quietly murmur amusing things to yourself and chuckle, you smile when you feel unsure, you captivate anyone who desires to dislike you, and you are a complete cliche but somehow unlike anyone I’ve ever imagined or met.
I don’t care what happens, whom you and I come to be in love with, where we go and where we live, how we change, as long as “you and I” means you and I. Yes, I will be setia to you.
*Crossed my heart*
