my tuesdays and thursdays
I'm writing about someone i don't know. A face with a name. That's all you are. And I can only imagine what the rest of you is like. Maybe that's why I like you. My imagination introduces a person very likeable --- that you're as great as you look, as intelligent as your artworks are, as honest as your smile is, as kind as your eyes are, as real as I make you be. Silly, I know. And it doesn't help that we haven't even had a conversation, not one hi or hello or what time is it? not even an eyecontact long enough for our heads to nod in greeting. I guess you know my name because my eager friends make it a point to identify me aloud whenever you're near.
We see each other during tuesdays and thursdays and a fine no-brainer why I decided to encrypt your identitiy with "TTH". You read that right, codenames. Only confirms how this 22 year old celebrates a crush like a thirteen year old would. Crush. The mere mention of that word, makes me think of you. How there's an urge to write your full name over and over. How a big smile creases my face when you pass by. How I breathe in delight as I remember you passing by. Childish. Foolish. Call it whatever. I'll take it. This "it" made my heart race again after over a year long hiatus. And what's more, I'm writing about "it" and I never wasted time converting my feelings, however overwhelming, to the written form UNLESS by some sort of heaven's work, words would fall into my lap that I can't help typing like crazy in notepad (amidst work deadlines and heavy eyes), sentence after sentence, composing with certainty like no other. I am yawning but my fingers are not halting to a stop. My guess is, you must be special.
You of course have a girlfriend. She's the luckiest girl of our generation being who she is. Reading her testimonials for you, acquainted me to your years of love and wonder that I almost immediately feel ashamed that I liked you. I know it's just a crush, but even so, I'd hate to have to do anything to disturb your own heart racing romance. She seems to be your match. And you seem happy with her. Just like a perfect picture, I won't dare retouch it. It just doesn't/wouldn't feel right.
And that's why it's enough that you're just a face with a name who, although unknowingly, brings a smile to my face twice in seven days.
My heart is awake. And I have no more words.
We see each other during tuesdays and thursdays and a fine no-brainer why I decided to encrypt your identitiy with "TTH". You read that right, codenames. Only confirms how this 22 year old celebrates a crush like a thirteen year old would. Crush. The mere mention of that word, makes me think of you. How there's an urge to write your full name over and over. How a big smile creases my face when you pass by. How I breathe in delight as I remember you passing by. Childish. Foolish. Call it whatever. I'll take it. This "it" made my heart race again after over a year long hiatus. And what's more, I'm writing about "it" and I never wasted time converting my feelings, however overwhelming, to the written form UNLESS by some sort of heaven's work, words would fall into my lap that I can't help typing like crazy in notepad (amidst work deadlines and heavy eyes), sentence after sentence, composing with certainty like no other. I am yawning but my fingers are not halting to a stop. My guess is, you must be special.
You of course have a girlfriend. She's the luckiest girl of our generation being who she is. Reading her testimonials for you, acquainted me to your years of love and wonder that I almost immediately feel ashamed that I liked you. I know it's just a crush, but even so, I'd hate to have to do anything to disturb your own heart racing romance. She seems to be your match. And you seem happy with her. Just like a perfect picture, I won't dare retouch it. It just doesn't/wouldn't feel right.
And that's why it's enough that you're just a face with a name who, although unknowingly, brings a smile to my face twice in seven days.
My heart is awake. And I have no more words.
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12:19 AM
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