Another

Out of so many people I have loved, you're different. I don't know if this should be called love, I'd call it anyway. I still don't know how or when I felt this, I'm not even sure of this feeling. 

I just know it. 

I know it everytime memories rushes in my mind. 

Memories of you.

You, looking at me. You look at me whenever I look away. You stare at me, sending shivers and making me uncomfortable.

That night, when our hands touched. In just a blink of an eye, we touched. In a matter of seconds, it made me flutter. 

That time in that moment, I don't wanna get drunk. I just want to look at you and talk to you and hold you. I just wanna sit there with you, be with you. 

Unconsciously wishing you'd stay that night. But didn't.

Those teases, those smiles. I miss all of those.

I miss you.