the concept, the very idea: of love, is wonderful. for all those who have been in love, and have been loved in return - i'm sure you understand.
because you want to try again (and believe me, i do too), it fills me up with hope. the one and a half years of knowing that i had someone was a whirlwind. i always told myself that i was so lucky to love you. but i couldn't show that in front of you, except for a rare few moments.
we never kissed, but nearly did. do i regret it? almost. i was kind of mad at you during that time, but you looked at me so intently with those longing eyes (boy, was i longing for your lips too), the room was dark and we were all comfy.
but we didn't do it. i miss it so much.
how about the time you kissed my hair when you were leaving the bus? clumsy, but adorable.
you give the best hugs. you have the most gorgeous smell, your chest is big and warm, and never have i felt so safe in them. it's funny how i appreciate all of these only after everything ends.
towards the end, we didn't hug at all. it just fizzled out, and i'm truly sorry.
maybe in a few years, when we grow up and learn about life, we will have lunch and see if the spark is still there.
like what i said today, the only quirky lad i know is you. the only one who is responsible, romantic, geeky and understanding - all at once.
it's really a privilege to love you.
