To:

The One, who cannot go out of her mind.   

 

Dear, Boy.

 

I want to know you better.

I want to hear your dreams.

I want to hear your problems.

I want to hear things that bothering you, all of them.

I want to know what you like and dislike.

I want to know your view of your life.

I want to know your ideas of something.

I want to know your feelings of something.

I want to understand you, to feel what you feel, to be part of your soul.

It irritates me when you can joke around or talk freely to people but me.

Why it is that?

I want to be someone that first comes to your mind when you want to talk about something, when you want to release your anger, or when you want to share your problem to.

I get jealous of my friend who got a chance to know your story, to know your problems. To know your past.

I get jealous of her. Heck, she is one my closest friends.

Or my other friends, who got a chance to hang out with you.

Or my other friends, who got a chance to joke around with you.

My friend said that I have to let the conversation between you and I happens naturaly.

But how to do that? When everytime I talked to you, I suddenly become quiet than usual?

I want to get close to you. Closer, and closer.

Can we make it happens?

I let my hope of becoming your lover flew away, because I feel that it is impossible to be happened.

I just want to be someone who can hear your stories, to be the one who will be your talk partner.

I just want to understand you better, why you have that kind of personality, accepting you and loving you from it.

I just want it, that is all.

But please remember something,

I love you, I really do.

 

May, 2nd 2015

10.33 PM

At the beautiful town where I first met you.

 

Love,

The One, who cannot let you go of her mind.