Even from me. — She never noticed anyone for she was hardly noticeable herself. It all changed when she felt his soft, accidental graze as he offered her his help. The games we played during our last day of orientation were rather mundane. I didn’t hate them, but I didn’t want to be there…

This is the last time I’ll ever talk about you like this. — I waited for you. Like a fool, I waited for you. I waited for your reply, for hours on end sometimes. I waited for your return, and I act as if you never left. I waited to see whether you’d open up to me, as I gave away my all…

Anything for you —

I’ll try and try again, if you so… —

Jeg elsker deg —

Anything to make you mine — I’ll spend hours to count the days Until I can see you again from afar, until I can see your lips as it carve the smile I crave so much The thing that keeps me breathing I’ll spend minutes of the week to find anything to keep you talking, to keep…

In case you ever wondered why — Tides of wrinkles under your eyes; I care not drown myself in its depths I shall. That sweet chubbiness you hate so much, I can’t believe they’re mine. Curved lips you can’t hide as I say “I love you” the way you swing our curled hands about how you offered your last bite and how you reluctantly refuse mine All of them made me sustain the blow and proudly ask for more.

I’ll meet you halfway; always. — For days I’ve had no clue of how to write you for my mind can’t escape the way you’ve held my breath for my hands couldn’t shake the feeling of being brushed against and my being aches with reasons why you’re not mine throughout the days I could go on and on explaining the gazes i stole fighting my will of imagining the feeling of my lips to yours I’d give anything

I don’t think I’ll ever stand a chance — I want to ask her about you so much, it makes my heart bleed. I want to see her view to describe the butterflies that flock I want to hear her thoughts of how she feels when you showed up Listen to the tiny scream of hers when she knows you’re here I want to be her, to be your liking of the sort, The first thing you wake up to, your ever-good night I was about to ask her of you But I couldn’t bear to hear how I could never make you as happy even if I move mountains near