You were just a mere happy crush. Someone who make me happy just by looking at him. Someone who can make my day just by having a glimpse of him. Someone who inspires me to go to school. Something that isn't really that serious, something that isn't really that deep—a simple crush.
Days, weeks, and months passed, there things got quite messed up. I grew to like you more and I thought it wasn't that deep. Yet, I was wrong.
This isn't as shallow as what you thought it is—as what I thought it was. This isn't all about the butterflies I have every single time you're near. This isn't about how my heart beats fast when you're around. This isn't just about how my heart flutters when I hear you laugh and when I see you smile. However, it's all about how I sincere I am. It's all about how willing I am to accept all your flaws, imperfections, impurities, and shortcomings. It's all about me liking you without expecting in return, now that I've accepted that you don't really like me—not at all. It's all about how willing I am to stay knowing that you would never see me the way I see you. It's all about how I'm slowly falling much deeper into you.
