Crush …
Dear You,

I believe that you knew I had a crush on you. Oh, scratch that! I meant you probably knew that I have liked you far more than just a long time by now. Somehow I believe that you liked me the same way, too. (Damn, I hope my intuition does not fail me this time.)
There was so much talking at first, and we could not get enough of each other. The one day, it came to a full stop. When was it? I cannot remember! (My FRIEND would say)
Have you ever wondered why it was you or me but not any other? I have this theory that we were supposed to meet not to wreck each other’s life into bit by bit of course, (even though who knows? I can’t tell.) We had to cross paths because we were meant to get one another through that period of time, and don’t ask me what that is (since FRIEND and I can’t tell.)
I can’t explain why but deep down I know you would definitely regret or must be regretting by now about the fact that you walked away from me. (But that’s okay though, just like FRIEND I might forget your name anytime soon.)
It has been one hell of a ride huh? I bet we both had good memories. Ah, memories! Do you know that they could do terrible things? They are capable of getting you through dark days, at the same time could drown your arse off. (Oops! Language.)
You and I, out of billions of people in this world, have encountered, can you see how special that was. Our collision was a beautiful one, and holy me, I enjoyed every moment of it.
I did not know I would like you then the moment you walked past that door. I felt for you, like literally felt while pretending to slip on the banana peel and trying to kiss you on your cheek, really hard. (Blimey, my bottom still hurts every time I thought of that incident.)
I was glad that you felt the same way towards me, too. But aye it was fortunate that you were not trying to apply the similar tactics, or else my two front teeth could have kissed me goodbye a long time ago. (Oh gosh! Can I just blame Adele? It was her ‘when we was young’ that got me distracted, and the next moment all I knew was ‘me and the street surface staring hard at each other.)
To be continue…
P/s: bedtime writing, proofread later