you captured my heart
by the way you told me
to not be scared of love
that not all men are like my dad.

or maybe it was the simple thing you do
like noticing every little detail of me
like how my eyes resemble your cup of latte
unlike other girls's black coffee.
how it's blinking when
i talk bout things i am passionate about
or how it saddens me to see beggars
or how i easily cry during movies

'like Sadness from Inside Out', you said;
my head is full of overthinking thoughts
'i don't like figuring you out', you would say.

or maybe it was because you care about me
in a way nobody had ever
'let's visit your mother's grave sometimes'.

or how i could feel your sympathy
when i told you about my dark past
and the secrets i've never told anyone
and you remain silent.
'it was my first time holding my tears in front of a girl',
you later confessed.

and maybe it's because you know
what i would like to do in life
my perspective of life
my fears, secrets and dreams

or maybe it was just simply because of you
and your absurd too-many-questions.
or how you would ask me for a high five
and ended up capturing my hand in yours
and intertwining it with yours.

or your sudden 'i miss you's
and your warm hugs
your hand wrapped around me
or you pulling my nose playfully
you telling me 'i love you's
or those looks you give me
as if i can feel your sincerity and affections
and how you understand what i feel
without me telling you about it.

'i feel like i can instantly know what you feel',
you claimed.
'i have never felt so emotionally connected with someone before', you said.
'i will not tell anyone about your secrets. it will be safe with me'.

'but i am not looking for anyone or anything serious right now',
you added

'i want you to know that i am your best friend.
and honestly, you are my number one best friend.
you can count on me.
i don't want you
to avoiding me
i want us to remain friends'.


and you know what happened at the rest of the story.