16

I've done this week with him.
Almost a week.
More than 12 hours each day, in 6 days.

Not an impressive days though, for you.
Just some regular one, for him.
But it's different, for me.

I don't know it's the best week or worst.
I'm happy I can spend some time with you.
But I'm sad knowing that was the only chance I got with you.

I know I hate myself for feeling this way.

But then, someone once said, don't be angry with the rain,

It simply doesn't know how to fall upwards.

So does my love, it can't undo the feelings I have for him.

But I still hate my feelings for doing such a spontaneous thing without asking my permission.

Because in the end, this feelings is just gonna hurt me instead.

He would never see me that way.

No. Negative.

I like him.

I like how his scent go through my nose and fill my heart.

I like how he pushes me to do something right.

I like how he protects me, although maybe he did it to everyone else.
I like how he forced me to wear his jacket in the middle of the storm.
I like how he cares about me although maybe it means nothing for him.
I like when his name pop up on my phone even if it's just a word.

I know dreaming doesn't take cost.
But if it does, I wouldn't care as long as I'm dreaming about you.
That I can reach you somewhere someday.
Because that's the only thing I can do.
Hoping for you to want me back.