I don’t want you to be just another passerby

As we grow older, we start to realize that people come and go in our lives.

Close friends can become distant.

Friends can become lovers. 

Lovers can become ex-es.

Some people can be part of your life everyday, and the next, become just a passerby. 

But I realized, I don’t want you to be a passerby.

I wanted to know you, to understand you, to be there for you, to be part of your life.

because you charm me on so many levels, physically, mentally & emotionally.

and I don’t fully understand you yet somehow I feel this chemistry, this longing. And I want to know you better.

And trust me, I don’t really care to know people well nowadays.

I wanted to know how’s your day, whether you’re with someone, whether you got to work on time, whether you’re progressing well in your career, whether you’re happy.

I wanted to hear your laughter, and the endless nonsensical talk and chattering.

I loved how you were so driven, so strong outside, yet I loved how you were faithful and emotional at the right times.

i really want to be with you.


You were the first thing on my mind

When I’m with you yesterday

I felt that kind of happiness, I haven’t known in a long long while. 

It was a real kind of happiness. 

For that two hours, for a very long time. 

I completely forgot every single problem, stress or worry I had. 

That’s the kind of magic you have on me. 

And its this feeling, that makes me long for you.

i know that I’m infatuated. From the way you laugh, to the way you speak, to the way you act, the way you dress, the way you look.

to me you are perfect.

But most of all, what’s perfect for me is how I feel whenever I’m around you. 

nervous, yet completely giddy with happiness at the same time. 

If I could be selfish for once

One to three. Just two hours – and it felt like a dream. 

Had rosti, he had wrap. It was amazing really how we could take 35 minutes to walk to the parking lot. Yet it seemed like 10. 

He took the long way back. And for once, I didn’t tell him a shorter way.


time is just never quite enough.


I’m sitting downstairs as I’m typing this, that light, floating feeling still in my heart.

The same way I’ve always felt when I met him.

I actually like him.

Really, really like him. 

It’s not the same with E. Or anyone else for that matter. It just took one lunch at medz, one drive home for me to realize that.

the way I feel so comfortable, so happy easily when I’m with him. I should have realized. 

Him asking me if I wanted the same card holder. Us listening to songs together. 


How would you feel, if you knew every 2 months, I dream the same dream?

The same dream of you driving me someplace to eat. That familiar yet strange feeling. 

If dreams mean anything, I think somewhere in my mind you are still there.