Dear Someone,
For the past few days, aside from my brain being loaded with seemingly unending schoolwork and plans for the future, I think of you. Every hour. Every morning. Every night. Your name keeps on repeating in my head along with my impossible imaginations and wishful thinking.
My days can honestly be completed even without you. But your presence makes it more special and significant.
Every time I thought of you, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I want to tell my friends that I miss you. That I want to see you. That I want to spend an hour or maybe two with you, just the both of us. Even if we only talk about senseless things. Even if all we're going to have are dull conversations.
I can't tell you your real and exact stand in my life. Because I honestly don't have an idea. I don't exactly know who you are to me. But if I were to choose a single person who can call me by my first name, the privilege would be yours. And if I were a butterfly carelessly flying and wandering alone in an unfamiliar place, I will take you as a flower that I will only come to.
For the first time in a while, I felt scared of being frank and honest. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you these things directly. Because whatever we have or do not have right now, I don't want this to end so soon.
But one day, I will go to a land far away from here and leave you. I will surely miss you. And I pray that we'll meet again once we're ready for whatever we need to prepare for.
Everything is blurry and covered by mist right now. I am fine with it though. I feel afraid of clearing everything out.
So let's keep it this way.
Because one day, this mist will automatically dissipate and reveal the unknown. I'll just wait for whatever it will show.
I just hope I am not wrong.