[UNTITLED]

Hey, sunshine. I miss you.

How come seeing you become so addictive? Eventhough I would always turn my head everytime you look at me. Eventhough I can feel these butterflies force to come out everytime you smile. Eventhough I can feel my cheeks warmer everytime you put your hands in your pants' pockets, and I have to act as normal as I can. Eventhough I would try not to look at you as often as possible.

And writing to you somehow keep me sane. Because after I type the last word I know I need to get back to the reality. Eventhough you might never read any word I write to you.