I have been inlove with the same girl for years,
The same girl who made me feel.
I was a child when I first met her,
She made my heart beat erratically; she made my heart swell and flutter,
She inflicted butterflies on my stomach;
She made it dance, twirl, sing-- name it.
Everyday for six years was magical because of her.
The way she walk, she talk, she move, she cares; I fell in love all over again.
Back then, I thought that was only a crush; a crush became an infatuation,
Who am I kidding? Years later, even though I don't see her as often as before, I still feel: butterflies on my stomach, the world gets brighter when I am thinking of her, words and thoughts are damned when she's the focus.
She surrounded my thoughts, she keeps running in my mind, at times I ask myself, when will she get tired? Tired of being so beautiful, majestic, ethereal,
The answer is; never, never will she stop if I don't move on.
We graduated in primary school without me confessing my feelings, I mean as a child, who would've thought that grown me would still feel for her? that is why until now I regret; regret that I never did, I never did got to have my closure, for it's too late.
Even so, if you ask me: would I rather be a friend or a stranger to her, I would choose the first, for it will pain me more if we stayed platonic,
7/12/22
