31/12/13

Dear you,
Here's what I never plan of telling you.
I love you and I like you then after a while I end up hating you, I

don't understand how it's possible to feel so much love yet so much

hatred for just one person.

You’re fascinating yet so ridiculous, and oh so heavenly it's as if God

had sent you so I get a taste how heaven feels like and I am never to

sin again. They say it's the imperfections that make a person perfect,

well you must have a sack full of imperfections because you are

beyond flawless.

It pains me to see you hurting over a girl who doesn't feel even lightly

the same way you do towards her; you've been lingering on the

memories for so long that you haven't realised it's already been two

years. She’s just being friendly yet you’re letting her tug your heart

strings like you’re an old guitar in the attic.
I guess I could say the same to myself though.

I like it when you laugh, I like it when you tease me about the silliest

things, I like it when you just say simple things. I like it when you ask

me questions, I like it when I realise you know me so well. I like it

when you play the song you hate on the guitar just because you

know that I love it. I'm just about in love with every little thing there

is about you. Even when you’re not talking to me I realise a simple

“hi” means a lot to me.

Just as I'm completing my daily routine you suddenly appear in my

mind. It’s all so cliche it makes me giggle yet hurl. The girl who

ended up falling for her bestfriend.

You know that I love reading and it’s funny the stories I read they're

all overused and predictable but I still loved reading them because

I'm a sucker for a good old fairytale ending.

The quiet, shy girl has a bestfriend who knew her since childhood

he's the popular attractive guy everyone seems to love. He's had

many girlfriends who in the end broke his heart, throughout all of that

his bestfriend has stuck by his side. In the end the two friends end up

together happily in love and realising what they had was special and

forever.

That’s when I remember life isn't a fairytale nothing’s ever that easy

or predicable in real life; that’s when I also realised we’re so different

honestly I don’t understand how we even talk to each other. It's

strange we hardly have any common interests, other than the fact we

both love music but even our taste is completely different.

It's four am in the morning and here I am writing about only a quarter

of things I'll never tell you, maybe you'll find out one day or maybe

you won't. Lifes unpredictable isn't it?

( n.a )