I sometimes think about how we first met, at that football game... do you remember? When I was walking passed you and you were standing alone, and we exchanged lover's glances. And I got shy and looked away yet my heart whispered, "I saw the way you looked at him." And I smiled, and was smiling still when I came to find you standing in that same spot. But you looked sad, no, hurt... so instead of saying a simple, "Hello"... I greeted you with a hug. Becos I'm nervy like that. And you, managing to fake a smile gave me that half-ass-hug-pat most guys with girlfriends give girls like me. Thirsty you say? Perhaps. I like to think of it as bold. ;) haha
But I knew you better than most, so naturally your soul became the object of my affection. And just like that, the universe had made a way to make you mine. My gratitude was endless. Though, you didn't realize all this until a year or so later after make-ups and break-ups. Yet here we are, at it again... timing is a little off but I guess I wouldn't have it any other way. So, I don't really regret hugging you that fateful night becos somehow it spiraled into something sentimental now. I smiled. I'm still smiling.
But I knew you better than most, so naturally your soul became the object of my affection. And just like that, the universe had made a way to make you mine. My gratitude was endless. Though, you didn't realize all this until a year or so later after make-ups and break-ups. Yet here we are, at it again... timing is a little off but I guess I wouldn't have it any other way. So, I don't really regret hugging you that fateful night becos somehow it spiraled into something sentimental now. I smiled. I'm still smiling.
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