on that day i threw myself to you.
blindly exposing myself to any rejection or hurtawaiting.foolishly hoping you could ever want to be me with as much as i wanted you to.
you were all i could hope for...constantly raiding my thoughts with explosions of you.
your smile,your dreams,that mischief that gleams in your eyes like a sea shinig under a luminous moon, cunningness that charmed me like an aphrodisiac,that thrill you sent to each bound of my body with just a touch,....
oh how all of it intoxicated me, drugging me...whispering to me to grab you and pull you into me. to drown you with my love. to soothe any wound that ever ached or bled. to be everything for you that no one else could be.
and on our friendship these longings just kept building more and more, with each of my confessions of tribulation, joy, confusion, or anger to which you would always listen to no matter how trivial or insignificant.i wonder, did you mean for me to always feel like you were the one i could turn to?
as much as i loved your presence and couldn't help but radiate it whenever you were near i could never confess how i felt to you. how could i? i had never felt so confused and glorious all at once before. how could i explain my yearnings to hold you, kiss you, and love you? how innocent of you to not see how my hugs, grazes and smiles were all my wild and hopeless attempts to tempt you and make you see what you were so blithely unaware of.
you should've seen the shock, the utter blissfulness and surprise you made my mind reel from when you simply asked me "is it weird if i like you?"