He scattered specks of glitters
Across her obscured hemisphere.
He hung a crescent illumination-
A sliver of his dawn.
She fell off track of her orbit
As he defied gravity.
Now everything is unfathomable yet
i m p e c c a b l e.
You make me exponentially happy but I get scared at where this is going.
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.
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.
Hoping,
Zee
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.
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.
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.
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.
unspool and crystallize 