Kisah Cinta Yang Bertepuk Sebelah Tangan

Siang itu matahari nampak begitu terik

Saat yang sama pula mataku menangkap wajahmu

Terbalut air yang sesekali menetes jatuh

Tak henti

Aku terpaku

Menatapmu

You!

Hi you. yes you!

I want you to know that I like you. I know, I may not be a pretty girl. I may not be a smart girl. I may not be a funny girl who can make you smile or laugh everytime. I may not be a rich girl who can buy all the things you like (wait what? did I think that you're matrealistic...). I may not be cool enough for you. Can't play guitar, can't even sing. and I know, I'm not your type.

Do you ever think about me? Like the way I do?

It hurts when you told me about her. Seriously, I hated it, but I can't tell you that I don't like it. I'm just afraid that you'll think that I'm so annoying or something like that. I'm just afraid if you'll change and won't to be my friend again. I'm just afraid 

;I like you. Seriously I do. I don't know why. I just don't care what the reason is. I know it'd never be me whatever I do. I know it's impossible for me to know you much more. Same as my dreams of seeing you, talking with you, being with you and all the other thing that I could ever imagine about you