You
know, whenever I went back home and something interesting happened, I can’t
wait to tell you about it. When I heard a joke, I can’t wait to use it on you.
When I’m happy, I wanted you to be the first person to hear it. When I’m sad, I
wanted you to listen to me. When I found and interesting book or a good drama,
I wanted to share it with you. When I read something funny, I wanted to share
it with you. When I went to eat something good, I want to bring you there.
Lately, you were into cooking something simple to yourself so when I saw
interesting recipe, I can’t wait to show you. Everyday, I talked to myself,
pretending I was talking to you. Everyday, I have lots of questions to ask you.
Everyday, I wanted to know about you, to listen to you. Everyday, I think of
you. But I have to limit myself so it was killing me. There’s so many things I
want to tell you about.
You
felt it too, right?
When
you were on leave last week, you sent me the picture of a book with the
synopsis, you said you wanted to share about it with me. You told me that your
parents went out of town so you have to cook for yourself and you hurriedly
showed me the picture of what you cooked even I was about to go home at that
time. You went out with your nephews and showed me the pictures of you playing
archery (it was really cute honestly I wanted to keep that picture). Then
there’s this other book you’re currently reading and you sent me photos of few
pages that you like (half an hour after I got home because I’ve finished my
work and you’re on break. I mean, we just met half an hour before but you just
can’t wait until tomorrow to tell me about it, right?). When you received an
interesting text, you showed me. When you taught of something funny, you tried
it on me. When you were talking or joking with others and I gave a puzzled
look, you gladly told me about it. You said your parents won’t be at home this
weekend so you’d want to cook for yourself, so you found this easy recipe. At
that time, I was talking to someone else but you were looking at me as if you
wanted to tell me something so I went to you, leaving the conversation (because
I’d always choose you over anyone. Crazy right?). Turned out, you wanted to
tell me about the recipe you found. Honestly, my heart can’t handle you. You’re
too cute I’m going crazy. That time, your lips were bleeding because of ulcer
and it was bad. I went to check on you then you told me about how you get that
ulcer and everything, even joked about it. I don’t want you to talk too much
because it’ll hurt, but you just keep telling me stories and I just love
hearing it. You’re really comfortable around me, right? Then there’s this one
time when we didn’t get to have our lunch at the same time. Usually we got the
same break time and spend the hour at the pantry, eating and talking. But few
days ago, your lunch time was at 1, while mine was at 2. Weirdly, you didn’t go
to the pantry (downstairs) but eat upstairs instead. That was weird enough then
after finish eating, you called me to talk about this videos you saw yesterday.
You know what’s weirder? I don’t usually watch those kind of videos but the
night before, I intuitively watched it, and was about to show you those videos.
Crazy right? The first one was a review on a Korean drama ‘Sky Castle’ which I
had been trying to persuade you to watch, and the other one was about Kodokushi
(lonely death) which had made me thinking of you. I want to send the link to
you that night but you might not reply me so I decided to talk about it during
the day. Turned you, you wanted to tell me about it too. But you thought I
didn’t have internet connection. Honestly, what is this weird feeling?
Now
I’m getting more and more confused. Please stop pushing me away. I’m not strong
enough I don’t know how long I’d stay if you keep pushing me.
"How to know if you like that person?" - Go Hyemi
"It's the first person who came into your mind when you're happy or sad" - Kim Pilsuk
