Things have been pretty good lately,
when I met you.

I remember when I first met you.
You extended your hand acknowledging each one of us.
There wasn't any sparks at all.
The day after I met you,
when someone mentioned your name,
I couldn't help but smile.

What is this? Why am I smiling?

And so, we meet again.

You gave us a high five,
and I couldn't even look at you in the eyes.
Everytime you made your way towards us,
I looked around pretending that your presence doesn't bother me.

But it does.

You used to approach us back then,
but not anymore.

It hurts.

A simple "hi."
Is more than enough.
I hope you notice my existence.
I mean our existence.

That's why when our eyes met,
I smiled at you like an idiot.
After that, I looked away.

I'm going to stop this feeling once and for all.


But, I'm glad I met you.
For you are a Man of God.
You have influenced me to know more about My God without you knowing it.

I'm going to get over you sooner or later,
I just wish that I could tell you.
When that happens,
I'll be able to move on happily.