It felt as though he's longing to have that conversation and I seem to understood it right away
I like how he responds to my messages with keen interest
He's so kind and soft-hearted
His soft spot melted my heart
I love how genuine his words are—the way he converse with me like we've been friends for years
He treated me like I'm one of his friends and not just an acquaintance
Suddenly I'm no stranger to him—and I'm still reeling from the fact that this is real
That he finally noticed my existence which I've been longing for over two years now
lump in my throat, my chest pounding intensely
I don't want to end this feeling nor this very moment
I want to keep this memory like a pressed flower in a book I used to keep
I don't want this to end
but sudden feeling of somersault aroused and longing starts to drift within me
because I know stolen moment will not last between us
Sooner or later he will forget about me...
