The first lie I ever told you:
It was raining, the feeling inside me wanted to burst and my only weapon are my pens and notebook. I am actually sitting right beside you, as I am trying to attempt to write my first line, I looked at you.
'Why do I have to fall for you, knowing that you are so unpredictable. Why do I have to write something about you?' These are the question inside my mind that time.
You are so calm and caring.
As my pen touches my notebook, the words that I wanted to say about you, came out. My pens and my notebooks are sometimes my biggest voice and my honest voice.
As I reach the last stanza, you look at me and tried to read what is written in my notebook and I let you. I wanted to look into your reaction when you read my poem(?). I wanted to see if you found out that those words are meant for you.
You just simply say "That's nice continue doing it." and it gives me a sad feeling.
So you didn't have a clue that its you.
But also you asked why I wrote those kind of things and if is my feelings right now?
I tell you a lie by saying that "I was just bored that's why I wanted to write something. Those words are inspired again by Lang Leav poems, it ain't my feelings."
You just smile and I left an amusement in your face.
But the whole truth is, I know Lang Leav but I have never read any poem of hers.
The lie I told you are meant to protect what we have right now, friendship.