Maybe poetry is a strong evidence of accusing me guilty of loving.
Maybe I shouldn't let my love letters wander around and wonder to whom do they belong.
Maybe I should start writing your name in my letters like
Dear John,
John, because, I suck. At telling you the truth. So, I have made up a name again that is a lightyear away and far beautiful from yours, but then again, it would suffice. Nonetheless, this is my love letter. After which will be wandering for who knows how long? So chances are, you're going to read this without knowing it's for you. I can't tell you the whole truth. Just yet. Or ever. So, I can only tell you my half-truth. So here are some.
Truth Number
1. I suppose my glances always point at you.
2. I like how you keep little significant things on your wallet
3. I never would have thought I would still like you even after that ugly haircut
4. I know I might have killed a plant or my friend when I saw we had matching shirts
5. I may have given away too much clues that I'm afraid you would know who you are.
6. This is a half love letter
And lastly
7. I like you
Because you don't know who you are, I just want to tell you that I don't demand love in return. I just want to see you living so happy that me being not there is okay. So live. That is a requirement upon receiving love.
This is my official half love letter, signed, sealed and delivered.
Always,
Jay