I Love You || H.js

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Hi,

I've been liking you ever since you've parted ways with me.

I don't know how else should I state that fact,

so I just did it; straight to the point.

I didn't know why you started to not look at me at all, talk to me, or whatsoever,

but I really miss you.

I miss you being beside me or be classroom buddies.

I miss the times where we would help Chan on his music.

I miss the times where we used to be called friends,

but now you're just acting like a stranger to me.

What did I do wrong?

What made you away?

Why am I heavily missing you,

when your heart is liking someone in particular?

I don't know who;

you won't even tell me a single letter that is in her name.

I thought you liked Minho but you said you're not gay;

but who?

Who in this whole wide school?

Who in this whole wide world that was able to catch your heart so easily?

I want to know but I'm scared of being heart-broken.

I'm scared of being pushed away by you again.

Why won't you tell me?

I fell in love with you.

Your eyes,

empathy,

love,

affection,

humor,

voice,

music taste,

everything about you.

I love the fact that you once have treated me like a friend sincerely.

I love the fact that you looked into my eyes and reassured me that I won't be left alone.

I love the fact that you have the same interest as me and make it to action with me.

But I don't like the reality where I'm just tossed away just like that,

ever since a month that you've said your heart was liking someone.

I don't like the reality where you just look at me as if I'm a stranger.

I don't like the reality where I am lost among this crowd,

no one to feel comfort with.

I love how we used to write and compose songs.

I love how we used to trust each other.

I love how we spend our time wisely with each other.

The times where we would randomly sit near the piano and play it playfully,

the times where Felix would randomly record us doing weird shit,

the times where you actually want to share comfortable silence,

I just miss you,

that's all;

oh,

and like you.

My mood is down and I'm thinking of you.

My hopes are down and I think of you.

Words can't form properly once you're gone,

call me dramatic but I really do miss you.

Some say that women tend to hate people leaving them,

but this is a first for me.

This is the first for me to hate you leaving me.

This is the first for me to be this broken because of a friend.

This is the first time,

I cried for you,

really.