It wasn't her plan to fall in love, It wasn't his plan to stay. But it wasn't surprising either, How can two people fall on a random night. It was the way he remembers that she does not drink coffee, and that she wants her Milo in two because of the sweetness and her ocd. It was the way he explained the jokes to her, and he would still continue joking regardless. The way he waits for her to smile after a long, tiring day, as if it's the only agenda he actually wants to care about. It was the way their conversations stayed in the room even long after they ended. Because that's how she is to him. He made no promises to keep. He wasn't ready to cross the line either. They were just a connection waiting to happen. Waiting for one party to ruin the friendship. He knew she belonged to other people. He knows about her life and how she tries to help others. He knew some version of her that others do not know. And somewhere in that knowing chaos between the ".. how...
I've been seeing you quite often, so it makes me wonder How cruel fate is for us to cross paths even after things did not actually work out between the two of us. Once again, you appeared in front of me. But this time, in a dream. Where I least expect it. You sighed with a knowing smile, "How are you now? Do you still think of me?" I knew I hesitated there. All the pain I've been hiding came rushing. Like water waiting to overflow. "I don't know, but I don't think I love you like before." "You're a known stranger now." I continued. It almost came out as a whisper. Something I feel like I am not ready to admit. I guess the truth is now out. You're a stranger I cry for every night. When the lights are out, and all my work is done, Your face is still the one I want to look at. You're a stranger, I tell myself every day. A stranger whose absence made me feel like the magic is gone. The love is gone. And the damage has been done...