It's really funny that I keep on writing things to keep in touch with you.
To tell you honestly, I got lots of maybe as time run. Maybe, it's because I didn't give myself a chance to open my heart to you. Maybe, it's because I want you to notice me. Maybe, I want to keep you. Maybe, I'm still into you. I guess.
You always have a special place in my heart. I keep on thinking our what ifs. What if I bump into you one day, what will I need to do? Do I need to shout my feelings for you? Do I need to cry to tell you what I feel? I don't know. When I have lots of things to do, to think, your image still registers in my mind. I don't know. I guess this is the curse of not letting myself to give us a try. I regret.
To the person who became my inspiration, I wish one day, I can tell you everything. I wish one day, you can give us another try. I wish one day, I can still be your bestfriend. I wish one day, I can still be your bride. I wish one day, you could still love me. How I wish.
My heart is aching knowing that these possibilities are near impossible. Deep in my heart, I know.... It's still you. The real reason why I don't want other guys. The real reason why I am still single from the day I was born and upto now. I'm still hoping for us. I'm waiting for you—the person who inspires me to write.