I don't really know the reason behind why I want to write you this. Probably because these million words are very tired to be kept for quite a very long time. So I decided to let a few of it out, just perhaps to remain as a normal human. We haven't talked to each other since I can't remember when, well actually I remember, but it's very hard to tell because we actually have already parted our own ways beyond our notices. Regardless, I want to thank you to have made me feel special as a being, in spite of what you've actually done. You know I hold on to something very differently to the rest of other women. I can't rely on anything normal women will do, not that I'm not willing to. But your appreciation towards the awkwardness that lies between my very self, thank you.
Anyway, I firmly believe that nothing actually happens between us. Nothing actually happens inside of me and nothing, in fact, happens inside of you. So we will meet each other again as friends in our rendezvous and everything remains silent as before. To be honest, this feeling I cherish is the one that keeps me going, reminding me that I'm appreciable by someone who is my own favorite. You are my favorite, by far. Certain moments I won't forget simply because how that very seconds were so special by what we were doing or talking about. I guarantee that you won't remember each of that moments, because it was just so plain and unremarkable, but to me it is worth to be missed and will not easily be forgotten.
Somehow one day at the unusual corner of the city, I know we will meet again in a very different fashion and at the most unexpected and inopportune of periods. You'll be with her, and I hope by that time she's the best for all of your quirkiness. And I'll be, well most likely by myself. Or we both will be by ourselves and we will just smile onto each other with that little strangeness I believe will occur. However the moment will be, I know that day will happen. And when that day does come, I hope we will feel something quite enchanting, which I believe is fate. I'll be what myself have always wanted to be, and I believe you will too. We will be very happy to see each other again in spite of every bizarreness that lies in between and you will most certainly be as charming as how every girl always talks about you. And I hope you will still have the character that used to overwhelm me with the same nervous excitement I felt in certain undefined moments we had in the past. However you won't precisely understand how I actually feel about you because until now and the very last second of writing the previous word, I'm still attracted to you without knowing why.
Always, Me.
Anyway, I firmly believe that nothing actually happens between us. Nothing actually happens inside of me and nothing, in fact, happens inside of you. So we will meet each other again as friends in our rendezvous and everything remains silent as before. To be honest, this feeling I cherish is the one that keeps me going, reminding me that I'm appreciable by someone who is my own favorite. You are my favorite, by far. Certain moments I won't forget simply because how that very seconds were so special by what we were doing or talking about. I guarantee that you won't remember each of that moments, because it was just so plain and unremarkable, but to me it is worth to be missed and will not easily be forgotten.
Somehow one day at the unusual corner of the city, I know we will meet again in a very different fashion and at the most unexpected and inopportune of periods. You'll be with her, and I hope by that time she's the best for all of your quirkiness. And I'll be, well most likely by myself. Or we both will be by ourselves and we will just smile onto each other with that little strangeness I believe will occur. However the moment will be, I know that day will happen. And when that day does come, I hope we will feel something quite enchanting, which I believe is fate. I'll be what myself have always wanted to be, and I believe you will too. We will be very happy to see each other again in spite of every bizarreness that lies in between and you will most certainly be as charming as how every girl always talks about you. And I hope you will still have the character that used to overwhelm me with the same nervous excitement I felt in certain undefined moments we had in the past. However you won't precisely understand how I actually feel about you because until now and the very last second of writing the previous word, I'm still attracted to you without knowing why.
Always, Me.
