It was not a love at first sight and it neither happened in a blink of an eye. My feelings was a flower that happened to gradually grow as days passed by. I was never the ideal and you happened to become just the right kind of guy.
You were so close yet so far that we were like sitting next to each other but I haven't really been talking too much about honest feelings. It was like us in two different worlds apart with oceans lying in between.
You have been a constant comfort zone but I was never part of your safest shore. You have become my breath of fresh air in a crowded place, my home after a long tiring day, My favorite eyes to look at, My favorite song to listen to, and I'm starting to love the way you breath, the way you stare off in a space and all the little things you do.
Just so you know, that you're too whole and too much to be just the right kind of guy. you're starting to be my constant 11:11 and leaf clover wish, the person that I'm praying to be brave enough to look, brave enough to look that you'll be able to see me.
I have always been waiting on the side lines, cheering on stretchers, holding the other line but always felt to be distance and miles away yet still been wishing that you'll look at me that way.
