Falling
Flying
Free fall
Soar high
I realised today that each morning I wake up,
I wake up brighter, happier, livelier than yesterday.
I hum to myself while doing chores,
I daydream into my notebook.
I draw doodles on my hand, my name, and yours
entertwined, etched with a heart.
Of course, I think to myself with a scoff, it could only ever be you
that could cause me to resort to such juvenile crushes.
I recall back to the last time we talked, months ago,
when you unrelentingly teased me about some other guy whose
name I can't even remember now. I should've realised then
how much I wished someone would tease me about you.
Then fast-forward to the last time we touched, a few weeks ago,
a simple shake of the hand without you even looking at me,
and I should've realised then how much I'd wished
you would look at me with that intolerable smile of yours.
Again, back to the time we were accomplices in crime,
not friends, but not quite enemies either, as we bickered endlessly,
but still found ourselves laughing uncontrollably next to each other,
blushing, or maybe that was just me.
Is it only me who still remembers all the time we spent together,
laughing, fighting, and playing together, as a time of great happiness?
Is it only me who still wants to return to what we were back then,
and maybe some more?
Is it only me who wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks of us,
and fantasises fake scenarios as a movie or perhaps a book?
I should've known long back, way back then, how often I thought of you,
I should've known long back, way back then, not to take time for granted,
I should've known long back, way back then, what I truly felt for you,
I should've known long back, way back then, that you bewitched me-
that I was already, helplessly falling for you.