The Crushed Crush

Blast! Blast! Blast!

Hectic day it was, ohfff!

Mystery, mystery, mystery everywhere.

Mystery makes me misery.

I couldn’t even put words into my diary.

I started to scribble, literally.

I have a huge huge crush for this special someone.

Once in the least expected day, when they turn everything down,

and throw me like a trash.

It hurts.

More than love, the respect I have for him is huge.

Everytime when he talks with me and bid bye,

I just want to run to him, and kiss him in his forehead, as I stare at those eyes,

that held only the truth.

The magic that arouse butterflies in my tummy,

at his touch, by mistake.

Though, he stands at a decent distance from me every time.

I could still feel his cologne on me.

Heavenly it is.

The moment our eyes met, his eyes told me something.

Something, I couldn't decipher.

Hell and heaven with him.

At the end of the day, every one has an opinion about every one.

It is none of my business to change the idea he has on me.

I just got to remember, at the end what matters above all those crushes, boyfriend, girlfriend is you.

You're worth more than people think,

even more than you think.