I remember him giving me a nickname where only him was allowed to call me by. He said he liked how I could first recognize it was him calling or talking from a distance even before seeing him. There were days I spent a handful of worries and nights. I spent smattering what he’s up to. He never called me once nor left a text I could give a like.
He Loves Me …
I couldn’t erase in my mind the way he pulled a chair so I could sit or the way he opened the door for me. He would ask me for coffee Whenever we met and he’d insist on sending me home afterwards. We Never Really talked about anything profound. He would ask how I was and how day has been . He never asked what puts my heart/soul on fire or even if I was seeing someone. He liked staying on the shallow. So I never risk a deeper curiosity to be enlightened.
He Loves Me But… Im Not Sure
He once played a song he wrote himself. I was glad it was me who heard it first. I could starer at how his body was curved and muscline and how his voice from those lips calmed my soul. I remember he said he’d send a new music audio if he got the chance to finish it before my birthday on 10th September. I could remember how excited I was. That audio never came. I asked him one night about it, but he said he lost interest on it. He said he recorded a better new one but he hasn’t let me listen to it
He Loves Me Not
He called me by his-invented-nickname. I knew it was him, and so my heart began to thump harder. I was afraid and anxious. From the look of his face, he was eager to tell me something. I was Soo happy to know how glad he was that day. I liked how he remembered me during the best events of his life. He said he liked someone. I knew right from the form of his eyes that he was talking about someone else. I felt my knees weaken but managed to give him a smile.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not!
I picked up a flower and a chocolate on way home, plugged in my earphones, played that sad album on my playlist and saw how my hopes died as petals decreased in numbers. I saw how my wishes deformed into ugly results as the album slowly faded. I saw how my hopes and fantasy were thrown in the trash just as the chocolate wrapping.
He Loves Me
He Loves Not
I Knew It
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