almost impossibly, almost too coincidentally. It was fate, wasn't it?  

With closed eyes, I hoped to see you, and the next minute, you stood there.

My heart fluttered

—as cliche as it sounded

—so sincerely.

I saw you again,

and I wondered what would happen

if I went up to talk to you.

I wanted to hug you,

and tell you how much I missed you.

I wanted to ask you

if you are okay;

if you have a girlfriend.

— Or do you feel the same as me?

I saw you again,

but I let the chance

slip out of my hands.

 I let you go.

I watched you run.

I saw you again,

but I don't think you saw me.

Even though we alighted at the same stop,

I was behind you and,

you were right in front,

running to somewhere I couldn't reach you.

I saw you again,

and you looked like an angel.

(Today, I saw the most handsome boy ever.)

Tall; sturdy back; you were gorgeous.

Long jeans; Vans sneakers; dark blue shirt;

you have always been beautiful in my eyes.

I saw you again, but I didn't talk to you.

---------- How are you?

 Do you remember me?

Do you have a girlfriend and do you love her?

Do you miss me?

Do you still like me?

Do you think we could—you know—be together, finally?

I saw you again,

but I wasn't brave enough.

I saw you again,

and I hope to see you again.

--------- 16 nov 2013 ​---------

This is the sad story of today's afternoon.

I went for my previous school's carnival, in hopes of seeing my crush/first love. And I did, on the bus after I left school. But I don't think he saw me. We even alighted at the same stop but he ran off under the rain. I assumed he was going to church. But I lost the chance to talk to him. I was contemplating whether to go up to him, talk to him and hug him or let him and this chance go. I chose the latter.

P.S I like you, I still do. I don't think I have ever stopped.