SHORT STORIES BY LOBP

You

"Your eyes. Your smile. The way you crack jokes. The way you laugh. The way you talk to your friends and I. The way you think. Your thoughts. Your crazy and intelligent advice. Your stupid moves. Your voice. The way you say my name. The way you stupidly dance. The way you tell stories. Your kindness. Your helpfulness. Your sincerity. The way you care. The way you tell me to move closer to you. The way you make my heart skip a beat. Your whole existence. I like those… I like you. “

I’m a writer. Oh, correction - I’m a hopeless romantic writer. And actually, I’ve never experienced love but still I was able to wrote those stories that could make my readers fall in love and experience butterflies in their stomach. Writing is my thing. And that’s what they knew.

They say my stories were great and even asks me how could I possibly wrote those without even experiencing what really love is? 

Well, love isn’t my thing. I’m just a writer. I just love to have the world in my hands through writing. I could make the impossible to happen. The world is in my hands. But, reality is different. Fate could never be in my hands. And he could never be mine.  

Oh, how I wish he knew how I like him. His eyes that could melt my heart. His words that could make me smile. His laugh that could make me happy. How could one imperfect person be perfect for one? He loves to joke around, make fun of himself, makes himself look stupid and that’s what he really is. He loves to make everybody smile and that’s what I really like about him. But every person has his other side, and his serious side… that makes me like him more. He loves to give advice, he loves to help as long as he can in every thing that you asked him. And, he treasures his friends so much more. 

I can see you. I can see your face now. Yes you, the one who’s reading this post now. You know, I don’t really know why am I even writing this. Again, I’m a writer. And this is what I do. I express through writing.

and now… 

the first paragraph that you read, yes. It’s him. I’m talking about him. 

Love is creepy as what my friend and I know it. Duh. I never imagined myself liking someone to the point that I could write this. 

But hey, Love is like this as we all know it. It usually come at the most unexpected time. 

But I’m not in love. I just adore him. and I don’t lead up to expectations that he would like me too. I’m contented being his friend. :)

And please, don’t hate me for posting this with this..

open ending.