unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

Soap Bubbles

It’s those times when you walk past me;

Those times when you peek through my shoulder to check on what I’m doing;

Those times when you teasingly headlock me;

Those times when you put your forehead against my left shoulder and suppress your laughter;

Those times when you nuzzle my hair while I’m spacing out;

Those times when you sit on my arm rest and make my head your elbow’s arm rest –

Those are the times that you are the scent of soap bubbles

That I have not grown immune to.

Un-crush

It was just the two of us left on our way to the station. My eyes couldn’t help but notice every atom of you. I liked how your cheeks were flushed from the cold, how your eyes seemed to smile in sync with your dimples, and how I could see your breath fogged up the air as you talked. You said you left your gloves at home. I stared at my gloves. Obviously, my tiny hands are nothing compared to your bulky-manly hands. You placed your hand at the back of my neck. I tried to free myself from your piercing cold fingers. You laughed at my weakness and shrugged, placing your right arm on my right shoulder. I looked down. Honestly, your hand wasn’t anything close to freezing. It’s just — I wanted to keep my distance from you…cause I shouldn’t be crushing on you for so many reasons. That’s when you placed your hand on my forehead, lifting my head up. I was technically still trapped around your arm, every bit of my system flustered and yet you seem to do it so nonchalantly. We must look cute walking together like this. I curse myself. You turned to look at me and moved my head to face you, letting out a soft laugh. You put your hand down, dangling it on my shoulder. You were still laughing for God knows what reason, while there I was worried if you felt how warm my face became.

I hate how you’re not helping me un-crush you. Cause I shouldn’t be crushing on you for so many reasons. 

Labeled By Thoughts

When I was too scared
And took me everything to hold back my tears
It was your face I saw at the back of my mind
And swore that if you were there with me right at that moment
I’d burst out crying; my forehead on your chest.

Funny how my heart functioned
Cause all along my thoughts labelled you as a friend.

February 14, 2013

You remember those small coincidences you and I used to have before?

Like seeing each other on a crowded Tuesday evening , and for some odd reason, we accidentally crossed paths again — on a different Tuesday. Same place, same time. Different date, different outfits. Same flushed faces, same fluttery insides.

Then you thought what a puppy love that was. Such foolish hypnosis of youthfulness and naivety.

You grew up, met new people. Changed hairstyles, found your own rebellion — you changed. You’re still you, but in a different way. You’ve changed, alright? But not entirely.

Oh, and we forgot about each other.

The end.

Well, that’s what you thought.

Then in some other distant place, you stepped into The World. Strangers were strangers, and you pushed yourself through the crowd. What a big world this is, you said.

Until you saw me. Then I saw you. The same coincidence had stricken us. Again. Accidentally? Maybe. Maybe not.

You paused then thought, maybe fate itself was indecisive; not even bothering to cut the string off between us.

Maybe there’s a sliver hope hidden somewhere between the lines. Or maybe even more.

What a mischievous naughty thing, that fate.

You, little kid, you.

You playfully tickle me,
Grasping my hands so I won’t escape.
You laugh.
I laugh.
I manage to break free
But you held on to my left hand.

You smirk, cause you know you’ve won.

Remembered

I’ve forgotten about you until I saw your barcode tattoo.

Him to Her

“I wanted to watch you fall into slumber as you rested your head on the table. But he was sitting next to you, doing it instead of me.” — Him to Her

Tears Gathered

You cup my face with your hands

And tell me it’s okay

Your gaze seeps through my eyes

As if gathering my tears away

Telephone

I punched in your number.
Played with the telephone wire.
Fidgeted as I waited for you to pick up.
You said hello.
I said hello.
And you laughed.
We talked.
My voice, in its excitement, rose a pitch higher.
Your voice and its echo collided with my echo.
We converged for a millisecond.
Then we both quiet down.
Cause there was a limit.
There’s always a limit.
You said bye.
I said the same.
Except mine faded to a whisper.
I couldn’t let go.
But I had to put the handset down.
I leaned against the wall.
And cried.

I miss you.

Fabricate

You put down your book
You take off your glasses
You head off to your kitchen
You warm a cup of milk
You change into your pjs
You plug in your earphones
You click shuffle
You sip on your milk
You stare out at the night sky—

—I stare out at the night sky
And wish you’re gazing at the stars too
I just made some fabrication
On every possible life you’re having right now.

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