A year passed, I still like you. And I know deep in myself that I have loved you. Although, it's hard for me to keep holding back, Pretending not to be clingy in any act.
Twice, we've seen each other; Longing my heart for another. But there's really no sparks ongoing, I guess I should stop hoping.
This sensation keeps on coming back, Ending this is what I really lack. I am so helpless forgetting about you, Hence, my heart breaks waiting for cue.
About you is what I don't understand, Having a cold heart is what in your hand. Wishing you were here is all my aspiration, But giving me heartaches in this infatuation.