the impact you had

You know, I really liked you at one point. I never imagined it could be like this. The period of time we have been keeping each other company for was short, but it felt nice knowing I could have someone to talk to; Even though most of the time our conversations weren’t the best but in some measures not the worst.

Every day of the few months we ‘spent talking’ I would wake up and wait for the notification with your name written on it. I can not explain it, but for once someone actually ‘appreciated’ me? Well to my knowledge at least; I guess I will never know if i really believe what you said was true, the same as the fact that I am not aware about how you really feel or felt. But I came to the conclusion that I still believed what you said was true with the thought that you might be lying to me; which I kept in the dark asking myself to stop doubting you.

I might not mean anything to you really, that’s one thought that always crossed my mind and to this moment in the present I still don’t know the answer to.

Probably, to you I just sound pathetic. But Here I am, writing this letter to you. A letter which you will probably never have the chance to lay a finger on.. Weird right?

All of the images my brain creates, all of the thoughts and possibilities which you were part of, always replay in my mind. Hoping it will create more. In my eyes all that doesn’t have a high possibility of even becoming true, but all of us wish. All of us wish of things which don’t exactly fit with our mundane lives.

Writing this has really made me feel better about myself in this situation, it has also made me realise how much I ‘cherish’ you even though we are not anything near to close.

No one has ever made me feel like this.. late at night when my eyes meet darkness the thought of you is unbearable, I just cannot help but think about you.

I’d lay in my bed staring into the gloom and wonder why? With the sound of the plain air accompanying me; I guess I’m just lonely and you’re an excuse for me to stop feeling like that.

There are so many things I’d like to say to you, enough to write down and never reveal..

I don’t know why I am like this? I hate it. I hate the fact that I’m not so easy to see through and all these thoughts filling my mind will never make it to daylight.

Submitted April 07, 2019 at 05:14PM

You know, I really liked you at one point. I never imagined it could be like this. The period of time we have been keeping each other company for was short, but it felt nice knowing I could have someone to talk to; Even though most of the time our conversations weren’t the best but in some measures not the worst.Every day of the few months we ‘spent talking’ I would wake up and wait for the notification with your name written on it. I can not explain it, but for once someone actually ‘appreciated’ me? Well to my knowledge at least; I guess I will never know if i really believe what you said was true, the same as the fact that I am not aware about how you really feel or felt. But I came to the conclusion that I still believed what you said was true with the thought that you might be lying to me; which I kept in the dark asking myself to stop doubting you.I might not mean anything to you really, that’s one thought that always crossed my mind and to this moment in the present I still don’t know the answer to.Probably, to you I just sound pathetic. But Here I am, writing this letter to you. A letter which you will probably never have the chance to lay a finger on.. Weird right?All of the images my brain creates, all of the thoughts and possibilities which you were part of, always replay in my mind. Hoping it will create more. In my eyes all that doesn’t have a high possibility of even becoming true, but all of us wish. All of us wish of things which don’t exactly fit with our mundane lives.Writing this has really made me feel better about myself in this situation, it has also made me realise how much I ‘cherish’ you even though we are not anything near to close.No one has ever made me feel like this.. late at night when my eyes meet darkness the thought of you is unbearable, I just cannot help but think about you.I’d lay in my bed staring into the gloom and wonder why? With the sound of the plain air accompanying me; I guess I’m just lonely and you’re an excuse for me to stop feeling like that.There are so many things I’d like to say to you, enough to write down and never reveal..I don’t know why I am like this? I hate it. I hate the fact that I’m not so easy to see through and all these thoughts filling my mind will never make it to daylight.