Dear Jiminie,
The first of college I met you, we both were junior mastering in music.
I fell in love with your voice when you started singing.
As if the way you sang it gave the words meanings. I felt something that day.
I saw colours. My heartbeat increased with every word that escaped your lips.
From that day I used to sit on the bench beside you, hoping you would notice me someday.
And you did.
