Just Friends

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I used to think that I woke up one day, and suddenly I love him. I used to think that love is just a sudden feeling that hits you on a random moment, and it just so happened that it struck me right on that instance with him. But it was not actually like that.

I loved him little by little every day that passed. I loved him a little when he offered me his jacket on a cold rainy day despite freezing to death. I loved him a little when we share a blanket while watching movies at night. I loved him a little when he first made me coffee. I loved him a little when he said I make the best coffee on mornings. I loved him a little when he offered me his shoulder to sleep on on a long bus ride. I loved him a little when he placed his head on my lap and asked me to sing him a good night song. I loved him a little when he asked me to cook for dinner. I loved also him a little on that day he first cooked our breakfast. That was day when all the little love I had piled up to love him so much. That was the day I realized I love him so much more than a little. That was the day I realized that loving him a little every day makes you fall in love with him every single time. And that was the day I realized that loving your best friend a little every day can make you want so much more than just friends.

Ichigo Ichie

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When I was seventeen, I fell in love with a boy from a provincial town where I stayed for a month. He was a quiet boy, and most of the time, he speaks with his blue eyes. Those were the eyes that spoke of love’s wonders with the language only my heart can understand and not even my mind can comprehend. After I left that town, I never saw him again, and up until today, five long years later, even after I have traveled places, I have never found anyone again who spoke that same language.

Eshajori

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She was a firm believer of impermanence. Nothing lasts forever. She believes that every thing she has and own now will soon be gone and every person she meets will leave eventually, and that is fine because, naturally, that is what life is. But then, on a rainy day at a train station, she met you, and for once in her life, she wished something will actually last.

Wistful Wishes

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It was three years of something I called love

And I wished my eyes were the first to forget.

 

I wished my eyes forgot your eyes every time you looked at me

How they twinkle every time you gaze as if I was a beautiful galaxy

Full of stars that form your constellations

And your only sun, the center of all your revolutions.

 

I wished my eyes forgot your lips every time you spoke

How they part, how they touch, and even how they close

How they always curl up after saying my name

Like you just said the only beautiful word, and there weren’t any of the same.

 

I wished my eyes forgot your hands every time you held mine

How our fingers fit, and how perfect they looked like

How your every vein and every line appear to connect to my body

So tight, my darling, I thought you won’t ever let me go.

 

I wished my eyes forgot how good you always looked

Like you just came out alive from a best-selling fiction book

How every curve and every corner of your body seemed sculpted

And you were a masterpiece, a work of art.

 

I wished my eyes forgot the picture of us together

How there weren’t anything else, and nothing could have been better

We were smiling and laughing and so happy in every memory

Nothing could have taken you away from me.

 

I wished my eyes were the first to forget you

So that my heart would follow and erase everything, too

Everything from three years of what I called love

When love was something we never had.

 

Three years of something I thought was love

And after three years your memories are still all I have

I may have wished, but I never forgot

Because, darling, up until now, every road, every turn, every door I go into

They all lead me, take me back and back again to you.

 

{e.e.m.}

Kalverliefde

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I sometimes look back to the days when I loved you so. It was back when I forgot what life was before and how I was able to survive the older days when I had not met you yet. I was too in love then. All that mattered to me were you and those moments when I was wrapped up in your arms. But two years later, you left me. I was a wreck. I cried for days and nights. But soon I forgot what life was with you, and I recovered. And after that, every time I come across the memory of you and I, I wondered if I really loved you. Now, I realized I actually did. It is just that young love was too dumb and temporary.

Elmosolyodni

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I still remember the first time I told you I love you. It was your nineteenth birthday and we were having coffee. We did not talk much that day, but we smiled at each other. A lot. As I was drinking my Javachip frappuccino, I caught your brown eyes as they set onto mine. And just like that, without thinking much, those three words slipped out from my mouth. Your eyes widened a little in surprise, and I will never forget how your lips slowly curved up to form the most beautiful and genuine smile I have ever seen. And I smiled back while thinking how I have fallen in love with you even more.