It's you,
who came back for me after that time I got left behind on the subway.

It's you,
and that tiring walk up the snowy hill, and then feeling incredibly relieved when we reached the top.

It's you,
and that time you held my hand because I was scared of the ride.

It's you,
and the many things you told me about the Han river.

It's you,
and your curly hair under that green bonnet you always wore.

It's you,
who always looked out for me, and for everybody as well.

It's you I cannot forget.

I went out with you
alone again and we talked
about lots of things -
things which I hope you
talked about only with me.

I was sipping my green tea
latte and when I looked up
at you, I looked at you
differently.

I never admired
your eyes before, but now
I thought, "Heck, what a shame
if we couldn't be."

The rain,
the wind,
the sun.
You bring
them all
with you.

You sounded different when I answered the phone..
"I may have had a little too much to drink. I don't remember why I called you."
2 a.m. on a Saturday night.
Made me realize that maybe, just maybe, you missed my voice too.

In a few years more,
I think a part of me
will always be the
17 year old girl whose
heart you broke in
many different ways.

"how is it that we have become so distant?" he asked.
"well, my love, you seem to have found a different disposition that no longer requires my assistance."

I thought my feelings went away.
That what I once felt for you is gone.
For 2 years, you kept on pretending
that you didn't know.
Maybe you really don't.
Maybe you do.
But it doesn't matter now cos
they're all gone.
But I realized they aren't.
Sometimes I think
maybe you didn't return my call
because you couldn't take a risk.
We have a great friendship
and you don't wanna lose that.
But I'm just a girl.
And whenever you're around,
I feel different.
This is ******* but
I can feel the butterfly riot
and the electric feeling
even now.
And when you look at me,
I swear that I fall every single time.