I do remember you. not as a familiar face but as a stranger across a room, a face among the crowd, a young blood in a crowded place, living up to common expectations.

I do admire you, silly. yep.i’m ignoring you, but each time I pass you by, my heart takes a peek on your innocent face. you’re not exactly someone I would adore, or even admire from a distance.

but you do exude this quiet mystery. Shy and somewhat inviting, you are someone one wants to talk with but with reluctance, cos you seemed to be reclusive.

but each chance encounter sends a tingle to my bone, tickling my very heart, and like a looney in the dark, I let out a silent giggle as my heart flutters with excitement.

hope suddenly surges in this broken heart, believing in the magic of love once more. though this may quite be a mere feeling of anticipation, im glad you came to reverse my twisted view of love.