28/2， where it all started
i guess, one of the things i treasure and love very much happens to be a boy that is childish, stupid, cute and lazy. i would not trade anything for this boy but at the same time, am i illustrating actual images of our future or hallucinating them? the feeling that this boy gives me feels like getting knocked by a car and feeling no pain at all but hatred yet happiness at the same time altogether.
really, do i put this blame on orientation day or this event that the school had to make us cross each other's life? i would remember how we would just talk once in a while but keep a snapchat streak, how we started talking because you needed to get that girl off your aching chest, us getting closer and taking photos at every event that happened in school; we got so close to a point where you would lend your jacket to me when i was cold and secretly get an uncomfortable feeling when i wore someone else's jacket instead of yours. all these small little gestures and moments have led us together on a rainy day at 3pm.
with this boy, there will always be loud laughter that rings like a bell, smiles that can melt an iceberg down, tears that wash you away as tsunami and anger that fires you up with slow pain then causing death. no matter how much pain and happiness he gave me, i will never want to leave a boy that has locked my heart with a hidden key. i would always wish i could relive some days and nights such as the day he told me how much he loves me, buying me ice-cream just because i wanted them for fun and still willing to go shopping with me when he knows how long i can take just to try a piece of clothing. i wouldn't say that it is all very blissful because we do have our arguments and dislikes to a point where we get so tired of each other but i am grateful that no matter how hard it is to get adapted to them, he still stayed and never left. to me, he is like my kilt and my spinning wheel; he will always there to keep me warm but he does give me scars sometimes too.
deep down, i feel like somehow this is bound to happen but i am not sure if he came as my one true love or a lesson. every time i think about him, i feel butterflies in my stomach but unknowingly, my tears stream down my cheeks and i can't comprehend how is this happening. i hate how he has the power to control my moods in just a snap of his finger or even just his presence around me. i know, i would never be able to get rid of this boy because he gives me a whole different feeling that no one has ever gave me before. my life is significantly filled with bliss and bird chirps ever since he came in and i am sincerely indebted with the amount of love he has showered me with; i believe, no one will actually love me as much as he does; what is a first love? he is the definition of mine.
28/2， where it all started
i guess, one of the things i treasure and love very much happens to be a boy that is childish, stupid, cute and lazy. i would not trade anything for this boy but at the same time, am i illustrating actual images of our future or hallucinating them? the feeling that this boy gives me feels like getting knocked by a car and feeling no pain at all but hatred yet happiness at the same time altogether.
really, do i put this blame on orientation day or this event that the school had to make us cross each other's life? i would remember how we would just talk once in a while but keep a snapchat streak, how we started talking because you needed to get that girl off your aching chest, us getting closer and taking photos at every event that happened in school; we got so close to a point where you would lend your jacket to me when i was cold and secretly get an uncomfortable feeling when i wore someone else's jacket instead of yours. all these small little gestures and moments have led us together on a rainy day at 3pm.
with this boy, there will always be loud laughter that rings like a bell, smiles that can melt an iceberg down, tears that wash you away as tsunami and anger that fires you up with slow pain then causing death. no matter how much pain and happiness he gave me, i will never want to leave a boy that has locked my heart with a hidden key. i would always wish i could relive some days and nights such as the day he told me how much he loves me, buying me ice-cream just because i wanted them for fun and still willing to go shopping with me when he knows how long i can take just to try a piece of clothing. i wouldn't say that it is all very blissful because we do have our arguments and dislikes to a point where we get so tired of each other but i am grateful that no matter how hard it is to get adapted to them, he still stayed and never left. to me, he is like my kilt and my spinning wheel; he will always there to keep me warm but he does give me scars sometimes too.
deep down, i feel like somehow this is bound to happen but i am not sure if he came as my one true love or a lesson. every time i think about him, i feel butterflies in my stomach but unknowingly, my tears stream down my cheeks and i can't comprehend how is this happening. i hate how he has the power to control my moods in just a snap of his finger or even just his presence around me. i know, i would never be able to get rid of this boy because he gives me a whole different feeling that no one has ever gave me before. my life is significantly filled with bliss and bird chirps ever since he came in and i am sincerely indebted with the amount of love he has showered me with; i believe, no one will actually love me as much as he does; what is a first love? he is the definition of mine.
