we only live once, so maybe i should just tell you whatever i wanna tell you. what could go wrong? we are already friends, after all.

finally, a month and a week later, i accepted i long for you. i like you. but why now, why change now? did i finally bore you? did u finally think other people are better with holding conversations with you...? i'm trying my best, i want you to stay with me.

why do i feel like it's sinking... i'm just sinking... i can't speak... i want to talk to you... talk to me...

a month and a week after, i've decided to finally give this new feeling a try. a month and a week after, things started to change. do i need to show more? what do i need to show more? do i need to say more? what do you want to hear? look at me... please. what happened? do you still care for me?

if i could only feel your warmth, meet your gaze, see your shadow — will this yearning only be stronger? maybe then i'll see how you actually see me, then i'll stop hoping that there could be something more than what we have now. why did you make it so easy for me to fall?

something afar than what i hope we are.

the world is cruel, they never let me feel such contentment. i'd always have to cry, to wail, each time i feel hope or relief. i am guilty of thinking that maybe if you were only closer, closer for me to grasp... i wonder if things would be better.