The day I saw "him" and at first sight I thought to myself of how good looking he is. Then I start talking to him and realize what a amazing person he is. Our conversation are usually brief but very meaningful and nice. I grew fond of him each passing day.
With him, everything was nice. He made me laugh, he told me his dreams, he told me his passion. He remembers every word I said from our previous conversations. He plays and goof around and never fail to put a smile on my face.
My first heart racing moment with him was when I fixed his tie, playing "thumb" game and taking pictures with him. He had me at hello, since the first time we met but I guess I never was any part of his.
That night, I will always remember, when in my head I pretend as if he was mine, start a conversation with him, let him hold my hands, let him take pictures with me and hug him. That night, I imagine what it would be like to be really his and to dance with him. That night he made me fall in love.
The funny thing is, I fell in love, with the guy who didn't fell for me. Who treat me nice and acknowledge every hug and conversation because he knew I liked him, he knew I was falling for him. That's why every conversation with him was brief, because he knew that the longer it is, the harder I would fall for him and he knew he will never in his life feels the same way.
But I like to keep every single memory I had with him, so that I can tell myself, this was the love of my life. I never felt like this before for anyone, I wonder why and I asked God why. Why did I feel so much, when he never did and never will.
That night, I promise to make the best memory I can with him. That night I knew, I gave my heart away once again.
And that night I knew, I will never be his.
Until we meet again. Stranger
xxx
AMBERSTORIES
With him, everything was nice. He made me laugh, he told me his dreams, he told me his passion. He remembers every word I said from our previous conversations. He plays and goof around and never fail to put a smile on my face.
My first heart racing moment with him was when I fixed his tie, playing "thumb" game and taking pictures with him. He had me at hello, since the first time we met but I guess I never was any part of his.
That night, I will always remember, when in my head I pretend as if he was mine, start a conversation with him, let him hold my hands, let him take pictures with me and hug him. That night, I imagine what it would be like to be really his and to dance with him. That night he made me fall in love.
The funny thing is, I fell in love, with the guy who didn't fell for me. Who treat me nice and acknowledge every hug and conversation because he knew I liked him, he knew I was falling for him. That's why every conversation with him was brief, because he knew that the longer it is, the harder I would fall for him and he knew he will never in his life feels the same way.
But I like to keep every single memory I had with him, so that I can tell myself, this was the love of my life. I never felt like this before for anyone, I wonder why and I asked God why. Why did I feel so much, when he never did and never will.
That night, I promise to make the best memory I can with him. That night I knew, I gave my heart away once again.
And that night I knew, I will never be his.
Until we meet again. Stranger
xxx
AMBERSTORIES
