Even if I never touch your lips, I will always remember you.
You made me laugh. You gave me joy. You made me think.
I doubt you did the same, but I- will still remember you. I often stared at your lips because I wanted to kiss you, and also, your lips were eye-level for me. I thought what it would be like to kiss you.

I want you. I want you to be my first.
Be my first kiss.

I remember how we met;-at a school-organized event. I thought you were funny and charming. You always smiled. You always made me feel special.

One problem:
You had your eye on someone else; I always asked if you still felt for him, because I want to know if I even have a chance with you. Like it was a competition between me and him, somehow. This guy you fantasized about but could never be with, for obvious reasons.



I just want to know if you’re smiling for the same reason I am at you.