You probably don’t care, but I like you a lot. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve given you flowers that I made with care along with notes that I hoped would win your heart. It didn’t win your heart. You said thank you when I let you know it was I who was giving these to you. I’m just a friend to you and I wish we’d be more. That won’t happen. I’m goin to try to forget you. I always fall, fail and linger too long. This time, I’m going to force myself to forget. I’m going to stick my heart in a freezer and I’ll be numb numb numb. I’ll forget you and I’ll forget that stupid thing called love. Then I won’t be a fool, then I won’t be a fool.
You’ll forget about me because I was never more than your classmate. It was never about your face or your body. Admittedly, you’re very attractive. It is you. You in whole. Your presence, your smile, the feeling I get when I’m around you, when I think of you. I still refuse to say I’m uin love. Maybe it is deep infatuation or puppy love.
Believe me when I say: all I want to do is lay in the same bed with you and bury my face in the nape of your neck, and ask you to sing me to sleep. Your voice does weird things to my heart and I love it as much as I love the sky. I want to be in your embrace, be in your grace. I want to be the reason behind your smile. I want to know those mischievous eyes like the back of my hands. I want to shower you with pretty words and paint rosy on your cheeks. I want to trace the veins on your hands and play melodies on your fingers.
I want you to give me a chance.
I hope I forget you quickly.