Maybe it’s the way you held your head when you speak.
Or the way your voice sounded like you’ve never had a nervous day.
But maybe it’s the way I know you could see the stars at daytime
And the sky when it’s not as blue as it is.

The syllables of your name stretched like the British Empire.
Everybody else missed it at first
But I caught it the moment you pronounced the first letter.
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I kept repeating it and it melted like honey on my tongue.

You spared me a glance,
that day when I was walking downtown.
Both of us didn’t know what to do
So we left ourselves hanging, in space and in time.

But you don’t even know my name
You don’t even know my name…yet
You still don’t know how I know that you will be
Somehow, this tragic love story waiting to happen

Because trust me when I say this
There hasn’t been any that ended well
There hasn’t been any that stuck for good.
I know you’ll tear my heart

And I’ll write you petty poems
I’ll find the perfect songs
And I’ll sing about you
Even when I know you’ll be
Another tragic love story waiting to happen.

Yesterday I caught you staring.
Was it just me or did you look away?

Right now I see you smiling.
You caught me staring, my turn to look away.

Sure enough we were dancing.
When one of us pressed play.

I suggest this dance should stop right now,
so we can both start to sway (for real).

I never really noticed you that first day,
although I'm sure my eyes went past you.
But I remember clearly when I sat next to you.
You immediately asked me about that guy I was related to.
"He's my cousin."
"Our dads are brothers."
We share the same surname that's why you even bothered.
From then on we were friends.
You even share your math answers when it depends.
I felt happy when you're around.
Like the world around us holds no bounds.

Sooner the word friends didn't matter anymore.
Because I knew right then that I like you.
Why wouldn't I?
You were funny and kind and smart.
The feeling when I talk to you is like when you set off to space,
no gravity takes place.

But I told my heart to stop.
To not give in just too abrupt.
Because I know what lies in the future.
It's a perfect recipe for disaster.
Yet my heart betrays me.

Neither of us spoke of it.
Neither of us will speak.

Anyone can be a stranger,
but no one can stir this ship.

A fragile line is drawn across from us
with enamel paint in it.

It's easy to say it's over
but it's difficult to believe.

When I gave my love to you
It was something for you to keep,

First you say you need me
   and then you say you don't.
Before you longed for my love,
   but now you're better off.

You send me the wrong signals
   every single time we talk.
You told me you feel something,
   but now it's just a thought.

The way you laugh says it all.
It warms my day when I see you.
The noise, the clamor, and the chaos don't matter,
because I love You and everything else is just a speck.

Dear Nichol,
I've written you a lot of literature for the past four years.
I've gone through the past so many times.
From the way I fell for you, to the heartache you've caused me.
My love for you is beautiful, painful and everything else in between.
I have loved you, hated you and loved you again.
Love, hate, love, hate, love.
See? My feelings were never consistent,
but whenever I hate you, I turn back to loving you once more.
I just wonder how I affect you.
If I ever had an impact on you.
Even a tiny bit.
Do you like me?
Well, I shouldn't really push.