hoping ♥

                 I am so stupid to think that I am the girl that he likes. But how couldn't I think of that? every little thing that describes those girl comprises my situation. Why can't I thought of that if every moment till twilight, we drown ourselves with sweet conversations even though we are from different parts of the world. That fact gives me the reason to assume for unintentional things called "attraction". We shared the most awkward moments of our lives, as well as those almost sobbing moments. and yet, he never fail to make me smile even in the loneliest conversation that we had. He told me a name of a girl that he likes, and I just don't care. Because those moments, I am the one who is talking to him. not those girl. At those moments, I am the one smiling why he sang the sweetest melodies from his heart. I am his super friend!!And I nailed that.

             How he looks at the stars at the rooftop of their boarding house, and how I see them here at the window of my room is like letting our souls move closer with each other. We talked about the way we stared with each other, and the way I stopped moving from the spot where I am standing. I am simply hoping. and would you blame me for doing that? If all these stuff makes the fuels in my heart alive, I bet that HOPING for the special moments to come again isn't over yet.