He is funny. But we can see our differences.
I am funny, sort of. But,
somehow our funniness doesn't match.
he is kind, well behaved, everyone likes him.
But I don't know how I feel about him.
He is indeed interesting and exciting, fascinating.
But, I could not just let go and yet he is beyond my reach.
I am weird, maybe, and not in the good way.

My heart long for something that can fit its broken pieces so it can be whole again.
My Mind told My Heart, for what? there's nothing can ever fit perfectly.
My Heart said, indeed there's nothing perfect ever but with understanding and compromising it eventually be.
My Mind said, and what after all that it still won't fit and left you with even more broken pieces.
My heart said, let it be for at least i tried. Let it feel whatever it wants because if nothing ever perfect, nothing ever last forever.

The Feeling that just can't let you go..
The Feeling like there are no one but you.
The Feeling that being with you, around you, somehow, just perfect.
The Feeling that our imperfections was what made us perfect..

I saw two butterfly flying side by side when all I can do is watching.
I think why those butterflies flying around in joy when all I can do is watching?
why?
I wanna fly too.
fly straight to your arms.
hold me until I feel there's no use for flying because your arms is enough to make me believe I'm already flying