Dear you,
How does one fall in love?
Can it be spontaneous? Between friends that never realized their subtle glances to one another until it's too late?
Does fate really play with the deceiving timing?
All these questions buzz around my mind li...
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Dear you,
I woke up in a haze. Yesterday was full of laughter and smiles, and the best part- we gave each other playful shoves. We were like two youngsters, bouncing off the walls. High off the sugars of the fine cafe you had brought me to. I still sigh at the memory.
Birdie. Dear Birdie.
What are you doing to me? Lately, my smiles are from your smiles. I can't do anything without considering about how you'd behave, think, or do. Even without you here, you are.
And then you showed up at my door...
If you were to look up the definition of surprised, my face will be the definition. What a surprise you showed me, Birdie.
There were three knocks on my peeling front door. I walked slowly to answer, unsure. No one ever knocks on the door. No one. Until you.
You smirked as the door creaked open, "raincheck?"
With my mouth hung open, I didn't answer. I watched you slip past me and stride over to my couch. Without a word, you sat down and left me standing there. Again, lost for words. Like always, Birdie.
