My friends said like it’s so easy to talk to you.
Oh come on, you don’t know who I am. I don’t even know who you are. We are complete strangers.
Yet I think I have a crush on you, how stupid that sounds?
Okay, this is not my school’s library. This is a University library, if someone knows an A-level student like me sneaks into this place, he or she would call security and kick me out. On the other hand, from what I heard from my friend, you are doing your second year in Economics.
That’s it. I don’t even know where you are from. Malaysia???
Yet I like you. I really like you. My heart goes thump thump thump when you walk by. My mind told me to stop looking around to catch a sight of you.
But I can’t.
I know this is really hard to work. When exam period ends, there would be no reason for both of us to come to this place. Right? Then you would probably fly home, and I would stay here, alone.
I mean, what am I talking now?
Gosh, I have no clue. Because I have no clue, I guess I must like you a lot.
Damn my friends, and they keep talking like it’s so easy to approach you and introduce myself. Oh wake up! I might be freaking confident to talk to a strange guy on the street, but that only happens when I don’t like him.
In this case, I like you. I like you a lot.
That makes me act like a dork.
Okay, I need to go to bed.
Hmm, why don’t you make me trip over and have my ankle hurt? I don’t care if I hurt my ankle or whatsoever, as long as I can talk to you, it’s alright.
I am crazy. Seriously crazy.
One year after my break up, and you are the first guy making my heart going crazy.
Much calmer than the first few days I saw you, still, I could not delete you just yet.
Why?
