Maybe you’ll be surprised how many times your name appeared on my journal, just saying. Most of my poems are for you and all of my diary entries have something to do with you.
Looking back, I wonder when did I really fell for you. Was it when you were cracking a joke? Or when you were pouring your heart out telling me your heartbreaking stories? Or maybe, it was when you were just there, smiling.
Maybe I would never tell how did I like you anyway. I’ll just remember how I feel when I felt something for you.