shark

i’ve been wanting to write you but a couple of reasons held me off, which are; (1) worried that it’d be too early to write about you, (2) got no time lately it’s been kinda hectic at work, and (3) you’re too perfect to be written which no words or no pieces of story could describe the fullness of you.

for the third one, i’m kidding, or maybe not. idk.

you’re so weirdly cute. i like your hair, secretly wishing you wouldn’t cut it all off or go gondrong. i like the way you talk, but sometimes i was too focus on your voice rather than what you’re saying so i had to ask you to repeat what you were saying. i like the fact that you’re tall, that’s kinda your selling point, really. and even when i said that i’m bete, i like watching you work, like you really get it and understand what you’re doing.

i guess i’m mesmerized.

can’t really elaborate further, really wish i could, been thinking for days how to do it, but i can’t. i’ve just been enjoying the moments i’ve spent with you way too much you turned me into a teenager living in a dream.

so afraid to wish for anything, but i really wish this gonna last.