I want to write stories about you. I don't care if you'll allow it ornot. Cause you are a different story to be told. I want to tell a tale of you.I want to tell how you wandered into my thoughts. You are a mystery. You caughtmy attention. You made me question the world. You make me puzzled. You make myheart beats faster; you make me full and happy instantly through your presence.The way you look at my eyes became my addiction. I don't want to talk aboutlove because I know, and I don't know if this is love. Whatever might be theanswer, I don't want to hear it. I do not want to know how you feel. I justwanted to tell my story of you. Honestly, I dreamt of you. Thrice. I don't wantto use any style of writing or any format. The purpose of this is to simplytell you how you became part of my life with candor. Let me reminisce thosemoments we had last months. Let me count on those as one of the best memorableday I've ever had for my questions about you were answered. I got the chance toknow you. I got the chance to stare at you. I got the chance to hear yourvoice. I got the chance to see how the wrinkles of your eyes be visibly seen asyou smile and laugh. Those annoying moments when you laughed at me because Iinvented a word and I just stared at you, how you just stared at me also whileI am answering your questions then you made me repeat those words I've said. Ithas been annoying but I find it cute and consider it as a preciousconversations that we had. How I response to jealousy by looking away everytime you are smiling to the other girls. You impact the most to me during mycollege stay. I like your eyes the way it looks, it's wrinkles. I like yournose as it suits you well. I like how your face and jaw is being shaped perfectly.I like your medium length wavy black hair. It's thickness. I admire the way youwalk and the way you stood tall. I admire everything about you. But sadly, ageand status is our gap. I can't be with you and you can't be with me and even thoughwe'll be in each other's side, soon, you will leave me. I want to know more ofyou. I want to have conversations with you about how we view the earth, abouthow stupid things are. You are lost and I was too though I wanted to be lostwith you, I cannot. Because things will mess up. I don't know if you will readthis but I hope you would. I don't know if you can perceive what's going on mymind like what color of t-shirt might I be wearing or what time might I be atschool. And I don't know if things between us a matter of coincidence anddestiny is just. I used to assume things then have my heart bleed. I like youand I have hopes that you know that. You made me feel inspired and I thank youfor that. If only status isn't our barrier, no matter how old you are, I amwilling to take chances on you and share every mundane detail with you. Buthoney, it's not. So, I guess, we should move on. I will just continue to savorevery moment of you passing by me watching you from the back. Please just letme until this fade. Thank you for these memories and for the senses.
