I want to see you again.

I like your cropped haircut; it’s so very short and simple.

The sun must have liked you very much too, for its kiss lingered on your skin. I like you no matter what your skin is fair or tan or dark. But I think I prefer it’s sunkissed like now.

I like the way you laugh and the way your eyes shine and squint a bit when you smile. I want to see you laugh, so I talk and jokes more when you’re around.

I like the way you leaned over to whisper to me. Even though it was just a normal gesture, which I’m sure doesn’t mean special to you, it was very precious to me. I was so afraid that I might blush or somehow reveal any sign of attraction towards you that I didn’t dare to look at you.

I just listen because I like to hear you.

So I guess we’re not even friends anymore? You (not you Nghi, someone else) don’t even reply my text or my msg on gmail. Gee thanks for the memory. What did I do???

It had been 5 months since we last talked…

The truth is I still like/love you.

The truth is I don’t know how to explain my feelings toward you.

The truth is you’re very special and you have such a beautiful soul. I love your soul.

The truth is I want to know who is your “you”?

The truth is I miss you.

I think deep down in my heart I still like you in a very special way. I miss you, actually.

It’s so true that the way you look at things reflects how your life to be. So I made a commitment to myself to be happy and carefree.