unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

Month: January, 2015


You told them it’s between you and me; our little secret. It wasn’t much to hide about, but concealing it through our silence and occasional glances made me feel slightly special and victorious above all other girls out there. I know, it’s wrong to assume.


Dear You

Dear You,

I knew I’d see you tomorrow and the day after. We never talked except for the casual thank you’s and excuse me’s. But that was enough, you know? Just seeing you. The way you never smile when you’re focused at what you’re doing. The way you click your pen when you’re thinking. The way you chuckle out a laugh. And I’ve noticed this, too: the way you throw careful glances when I pass by you.

It’s been two weeks since we stopped our routinary schedule. We don’t see each other anymore. Only the thought of you remains and blurry images of you flash before my mind. I was scared of this. I knew my feelings would disappear. And it did. I don’t feel it anymore. And I miss it, but I can’t seem to grasp it back.


Fine With Nothing More

“I like this, you know?”


“What I’m trying to say is, I like us. You and me.”

“But we’re not even together.
We’re just friends.”

“Exactly, that’s what makes us beautiful. We have this thing beyond friendship, but nothing more than lovers.”

Happy Birthday

It was my birthday and our eyes met. Happy birthday, indeed.