A letter from Jun 24, 2022

someone actually likes me. he likes my hair, and also my eyes, and how simplicity fits me. he said he's comfortable when im around. i really appreciate him, but im too scared for the consequences and possibilities. he kept the c2 bottle i left when we met for the second time. i think he's the sentimental kind, how cute. what i like about him is his eyes. how his lashes fall into place, how his eyes are brown when light shone its way, and how his brows forms perfectly. but what i dont like is how i am towards him. he doesnt deserve every bit of me as same as i dont appreciate every bit of him. its just cruel and unjust. love doesnt work this way. maybe itll work in time, just, not now. i wish him all the best things in life, even if he see me as one of the best, but make me an exception, for i cant perceive it that way.