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  Apr 2018 Andrew Choo
AR
I crave the feeling I once had.
The seductive, yet subtle feeling that you would never be mine.
The rush of hormones that filled my body and brain
every time I felt you pull away.

It was never you I truly wanted.
It was the feeling of not having you that I craved.
The feeling of never being able to stare you in the eye,
for you to tell me that I am yours and
you are mine.

The dopamine has dissipated.
The feelings have vanished.
And for now I wait.
Until another comes along,
to make me crave their lack of love.
  Apr 2018 Andrew Choo
Jimmy
Her beauty-
stunning like a shooting star soaring across an abandoned night sky.

Her personality-
vibrant as an early morning sunrise.

Her hair-
beautiful as a Christmas snow.

Her smile-
warming like a summer night bonfire

Her lips-
gentle as a baby butterfly

Her skin-
smooth like Mulberry silk

Her thoughts-
endless like a rainbow

Her heart-
mountainous like the Appalachian Trail

Her love-
addicting like a drug

And her laugh-
precious and breathtaking like the 7 wonders of the world
This beautiful girl has me losing my mind. I can't and won't stop thinking about her.
  Apr 2018 Andrew Choo
imai
I love you
only in ways
I am allowed to.

I admire you
only from afar,
where I cannot touch you.

I dream of you
only in the deepest of nights,
an unconscious rendezvous.

I wish for you
only in silence,
not one desire, untrue.

I love you
only in the dark,
‘cause under the sunlight,
I’d be reminded of your
watermark—

you are not mine,
though I am yours.

I love you
alone
it is the only love
I’ve ever known.
We are born in one day.
We die in one day.
We cry in one day.
Everything can change,
In one day.
Sometimes it only takes one day for everything to change.
  Apr 2018 Andrew Choo
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
  Apr 2018 Andrew Choo
Xander Holden
The color purple.
A football field.
A hand of a giant in mine.
The smell of stale beer.
Cigarette smoke.

that was the first time
so young and so blind
yet the memory is refined
behind closed eyes
the beginning of the recording
when I hit rewind
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