Hey you. I think you were right,
this is some sort of a diary. Idk, I really love writing but somehow I can’t
really write something useful or meaningful. Maybe I’m more to the narration
type? You know, talking to you made me realized a lot of things. I thought I’m
good enough, I thought I knew a lot, but little did I know that there’s still
so much more to learn. I’m learning from you.
You’re slowly letting me into
your world, sharing your beliefs, your ambitions, and your interests. You even
listened to mine. Being with you, somehow, I felt comfortable even my heart was
fluttering, and I like that.
Just now, I re-read some of my
old posts. Somehow, it’s kindda embarrassing I really wish you didn’t read
that, and even this. I just realized how bad my writing is and I probably shouldn’t
write anything but I really like to write. Because I don’t know what to write,
so I usually just shared my personal stories, even it’s not that interesting. You
like to read, and you’d try to find the point in everything you read. I’m
simply amazed by that. I love to read, but usually, I don’t really try to think
beyond what’s written. I’d just put it aside after reading, but you’d find the
meaning behind it and relate to yourself. That’s what makes you different. I think
I should start finding the meaning behind and start to look beyond the surface.
I wanted to be better, you made me wanted to be better.
Remember what you said? Don’t fall
for someone just because you get each other, but fall because that person
amazed you and made you wanted to be a better person. You amazed me, in every
aspect that I couldn’t even imagine. There’s one post in this blog where I wrote
how amazed I am about this one person and nobody can be compared to how amazing
he is (or was). Well, I’ve found someone who’s amazing as he is, or probably
even more amazing, and that’s you.
You were talking about this novel
that you’re so into. So I asked if I could borrow so that I could read it, so
that we can have something in common to talk about, so that I could know you
more. You know, liking someone made you wanted to understand that person, do
what he likes, have the same interests, and so on. Idk if I’m trying too hard,
but I really don’t want to lose you. You don’t seem to like the idea of anyone
borrowing your books, as you treasured them a lot, but you lent one of them to
me today. Thank you. I know, it wasn’t the book that you gave me, it was your
trust. I’ll treasure it well. But honestly, I’m scared.
