Oh how time flies by,
My country has two seasons.
Where the sky cries woes,
And when the sun hates people.
We've encountered floods,
Drowning in tears and in mud.
I've encountered hate,
Burning like a hot skillet.
Yet there were days warm,
As if my tears have dried up.
Days comfy yet cold.
Lying in my bed content.
Radical changes!
From two states of emotions.
Warm love and cold hate,
Fluctuating with the seasons!
I'm walking two steps,
Taking three backwards.
I want to confess.
With nothing coming after.
No pain and regrets,
Just my empty words.
As I pour my cup,
Of cold coffee as it rains.
I said it last June,
That I promise I'll confess.
It's been just two months,
Yet my heart's racing faster.
It flickers like the seasons,
Burning and freezing!
I'm confused and dead anxious,
As I try resuming.
I heat up my cold coffee,
To tackle a my day anew.
You see, I have been feeling attracted to my best friend. Although, I have doubts if she even sees me as a best friend...
Something about her keeps me calm and relaxed around her. She helped me through a depressed phase too. I saw her cry and she saw me hopeless beyond help. We shared a whole year of being close. I desperately helped her when she's in trouble too. At first I thought nothing of my feelings since I blamed it on proximity. Now that I'm almost out of vacation, I pondered to myself: she never left my thoughts. I promised my friends and myself that I would confess within a year if my feelings persist. There's 10 months to go...