unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

Month: February, 2015


We’re pretty close — and like what all close friends do, we play pretend. Pretend that you’re the boy who’s trying to chase me and I’m the girl who’s holding back her feelings. I’m the shy type, so I’d laugh it off every time you play your game. But slowly and carefully, I am catching your drift. And I think I’ve reached that point where my feelings are neither black nor white and it’s keeping me awake at night.



When I lean my head on the table

Or when I zone out of reality

It’s neither the rest nor the solitude that calms me down

But the way you gently play with my hair

Or pat my head as you ask, Are you alright?


It’s funny how when you’re explaining things, you are actually looking at me but when I turn to listen, you cut off your gaze.

It’s one of those tiny fragments of shyness you show that I’m falling into.