Honestly**
There were times that I try to convince myself that I don't like you
You're loud and giddy
and most of the time, a real klutz
You'd probably have a sprain on every other day that I'd get to see you
You're annoying and pretentious at times
and your imagination really does take flight whenever you'd see my drawings.
You're crazy in more ways than one.
I don't even know how that's possible!

I'd sometimes tell myself that I hate you
I'd tell myself these:
I hate how she's loud and giddy
because you'd have these eyes that glow every time you'd have a story
I hate how you're getting sprains because you were so immersed in your own world
sometimes, I hate that you'd come to me about it, because I would care too much
I hate how you annoy me sometimes, especially when I draw or study because you'd get too close to me and it makes my heart beat so fast, I'd get tachyarrythmia
When you get pretentious.. I hate how I'd like to listen to your stories, because well.. you tell it so engagingly
it sickens me
I hate how you're so crazy it makes my day so different from every other boring day I'd get before I met you.

I keep telling myself these
every single day
to make myself not fall in love with you
and before I knew it.. all this time.
I'm in love with you

If you can remember any memory,
Real or Not
what would that memory be?
...
A question I've always asked myself.
If I could remember the times when we
held pinkies, or walked together
slept on a chair without a care
when we made moments matter
Sometimes, I wonder if those memories
were the same to you as for me
cause they felt all too real
They were moments where
it felt like
you were reaching out
and yet now
there's this ineffable distance
as if.. those memories were never real
It's sad to think that those moments
are your losses
cause I embraced it
and held it sentimentally
Was it my mistake?
What have I done?
To make you forget reality
and changed it with blank memories
...
If I were to remember a memory
Real or Not
I would remember you smiling at me