Saturday, December 15

Ski Desu

Ski desu.
I like you.
I don't know if you like me too, but I am certain I like you.

I like how you walk, how you talk, how you speak as if you're subtly mumbling.
I like how you look down, not looking at my direction. It gives me the chance to look at you without you noticing.

I like how the mention of your name would make my face turn red.
I like how out of nowhere, I catch myself thinking about you instead.

I hope you like me too.
I may not love you, but really, I do like you.

Sunday, December 2

Misunderstandings of the Different Kind

I don't want to mistake kindness for affection. It caused a few handful of heartaches in this world.

I would not want to mistake kindness for affection, or for infatuation or for that-thing-you-are-thinking-right-now. Sometimes people are just overly kind or courteous that they do things that would make you think they like you. Perhaps they don't mean it. Perhaps they do.

But because of this I now don't know if they're being kind because there's more to their kindness.

I better stop thinking. I shouldn't be misinterpreting things.