“Good morning!” he waved cheerfully and dash into my arms and let go before I pulled him closer. He’s not aware of it but he brightened up my day. The love of my life who sees me as nothing more than a childhood friend.
When the evening comes, my heart ached as he says goodnight, because all I wanted him to do is look into my heart. And I can’t do anything other than discreetly reached towards his hair that slips through my fingers like silk. My mind always tells me to go get him. Go confess but I’m afraid to scare him away.
Looking up at the dark sky and whisper his name into the stars was everything my hopeless love can do, hoping that the wind will carry my voice to his room. Make him feel what I think he can’t see.
But I guess twenty-seven years of pent-up emotion reach its limit. As we celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday I blurted it out in front of everyone “That’s so much like you” as Boy Meets guy’s Waiting for a Star to Fall played.
“What?” he asked, confuse.
“You’re like a star, shining brightly, so close yet so far, and I can only love from afar.”
The visitors all whistled and hooted. They teased him. His best friend clearly said, “And you thought you’re the only one who’s in love.”
I looked at him. he was red all the way to his ears as he ran off.
I chased him and stopped when he turned back. His face say a boy in love. he jumped into my arms where he belongs and swayed with me for the rest of the song.
The End...
