Your hair. It's amazing how the hair changes someone's expression. Yesterday you looked so cute. Fifteen years old guys don't like being called cute by girls who are two years older than them. But you looked cute.

2. The way your friends talk to you. And I'm talking about girls. How they hug you when I'm not even able to talk to you again.

3. They way you passed near me without looking at me and how stupid I felt.

4. Maybe if I say hi to you you will think about me for two seconds. Or maybe you'll think about me they whole day.

5. Maybe…

6. You like girls who smile. You like girls with the sun in their eyes and flowers growing on their cheeks. Too bad I'm not a morning person.

7. One day I made you smile and Oh Dear! It was an honor to make someone so beautiful smile that way.

8. The day I spent thirty minutes with you. How you didn't talk much. How I still think it was because you were nervous.

9. The day I hugged you when you were feeling down. It was the same day I made you smile. You were surprised I remembered.

**10. When I touched your hands for a few seconds. It was approximately two months ago but I swear I can still feel your warmness.

I have been imagining, latetly, my first move.
Oh why is it so hard to even say hi.
       No, is not that hard.
But what after I salute her.
I can't tell my feelings -
       No, not yet.
Maybe I should write my feelings
Maybe no one would know
It can be a secret love
So secret no one would know.
        What's the point anyway.
Maybe I should write my feelings:
Maybe I should describe her with a good rhyme
But
Nothing rhymes with angel
         You'll find something better soon.
What if I don't.
          Go on and talk to her
          Say whatever it comes to your head
          You're smart enough
          No one would know.
I'm not that smart.
Thank you
For your patience
And time
I'll see you next time,
Who knows what would happen.

Imagine if old journals could talk,
The chaos they would provoke.
Old pages revealing to old lovers
All the bottled feelings and unspoken words
You never had the guts to say.
Imagine them telling the darkest secrets
You trusted to those pages
And sharing the spelling mistakes you made
In that poem you wrote and you thought
It was so dumb and no one would read.
I just say,
Don't trust old journals.
The old and wrinkled pages are indeed astute.

whenever you feel sad
just remember the ones
that love you.

whenever you feel sad
just remember all the virtues
you have.

whenever you feel sad
just remember the most
underrated yet beautiful
little things this life has.

I can’t promise
you’ll feel better,
but I can tell
that you will
s m i l e.