Each day, I imagine my heart as a spinning ball of light that shines brighter when I see you. The stain of my past hasn't clog the rhythm of my beating heart.
The first beat, when you smiled and i awkwardly spat my menthos. (LOL!)
The second beat, when you handed your pen and i touched your warm hand.
The third beat, when you waited for me, and you never left.
The fourth beat, your petty laugh for my awful humour.
And the fifth beat, this respite I hesitated to write down.
When no one's around... I practice saying the words you'll never hear.
what the fuck??? kayama aning midterm exams oi... maka.lubad man. hahahahahahaha!
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