I was spending my listless days wishing it would end quickly, sure it was fun being surrounded by new faces and getting to know them on a personal level, yet I felt something was missing. There was a missing indigent to make these dull afternoons bearable. Don’t get me wrong, I am not the emo type, or the loner type of person. Somehow I just like I need to find someone I can feel comfortable with. Comfortable enough that I don’t need to try so hard to please them. But, if I do find that person, I wonder what I would do.

Lately, there’s something or should I say there’s someone who has caught my attention. I can’t really say when it began or how it ended up this way. What I do know is that when I’m with this person I don’t need to be so cautious, I can just act the way I am. On first sight, this person is plain, a t-shirt jeans sneakers wearing plain person. Nothing impressed me our first meeting, one thing that I did notice was how everyone else was captivated by this person.

In the beginning this person would randomly drop by and just sit on one corner, not intimidated with what is going on. What baffled me the most was the moment I sat down to chat my perspective changed. Who knew that this plain looking person had so much depth? Who knew that underneath all the plainness lays the most complex being I have stumbled upon. There came that one particular night where-in I suddenly shared something from my past to this person I barely knew for 24 hours. I didn’t know what came over me, my body moved on its own, as if it was my instincts telling me it was alright. I sang to this person a love song I made for someone in the past. I hated singing in front of crowd, but at the moment I was ignoring what was going on around, all I wanted was to show off what I was capable of, and it paid off since I was able to see that person’s smile.

As each days passed I began to anticipate when this person will show up. I began to unconsciously wait so we can spend time together, just being with this person made each day worthwhile. I am amazed on how the expressions of this person quickly changes depending on the people around. I wonder why my gaze only seemed to follow this person and that I always have the widest smile every time as well.

Does this person even realized that every time we are together somehow, I feel like I’m seeing a different smile, more like, a smile only meant for me. Thinking about this makes me happy, and I hope I am the only one that this person has given that smile. I love the smirk this person would show whenever I deliver a joke, or when I say something unnecessary.

I admit, I have weak heart, I am afraid that those moments we have shared may not be valuable to that person as they are to me. I had my heart broken before, and for it to be broken again this time around would be excruciating. I love the feeling I get when we are together, I love the way this person would always surprise me in the least way I would expect. I love how I am each time this person is around.

These stolen glances of mine, I hope this person won’t notice.  Because these stolen glances are the moments I think to myself, that if only I have met this person a year ago, or maybe sooner than the time we have now, then maybe just maybe I could have known this person deeper and I could have all the time in the world to be able to tell this person all I needed to say and not just write them on this piece of paper, speculating the kind of expression this person would have.

We never talked about personal matters. All we did was talked about our interests, the hobbies we have and made fun of people passing by. And it was fine. I never asked for anything personal and neither did that person. Despite that, I noticed that when this person is sad or frustrated, this person would quietly sit down and not say a word for a minute or two. As, I would sit beside this person, I would do something irrational, then this person would begin to smile and then back to our usual routine; that would be me, making jokes, this person laughing and smiling while everyone with us would just stare in complete awe of what we are talking about.

I wish we had more chances of being together, more moments to share so that these feelings I have might reach this person. I do love being with this person, those moments we had, and those laughter we’ve shared are the ones I would remember most. And I would not forget how this person was able to distract me with a mere smile. My heart skipped a beat at that time, lame as it may sound but I do think I could fall for this person.

Hey! Are you still reading this? I summed up all my courage to write this, did you think it was for somebody else? Of course not, this is for you. I wonder if you know that I am beginning to like you. I wonder if you know that I miss you each time I don’t get to see you. And I wonder if you knew, that there was this one night where-in you weren’t paying attention to me, so I just watched you with a smile on my face, then suddenly you looked at me with a smile as if you knew what was going in my head. I will say it again, you distracted me with your smile and made my heart skipped a beat, lame as it may sound, but I do think, no, I know and I believe I am falling for you.

                                      To the person who has my heart

                                      From the person whose heart has been stolen