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Description
Romantic words do not come
easily from my mouth for I prefer
the silence lingering around me
as I continue to keep most of my
thoughts, doubts and feelings to
myself.

We sit on two different chairs,
side by side, just a few centimeters
away from each other. Not too far,
not too close but, just the right distance
we need for the sake of personal
space.
My mouth is silent and worse than
a mime performing funny things
in front of his audience. Words are dry
from the chills of the artificial snow in
the room as my throat become brittle and
fragile.
The silence between us is some-
times deafening to my sensitive ears
that I’d prefer to hear a baby’s cry
at 3am. I’d steal subtle glances, trying
to strike up a conversation but, just like
always, I am struck with the idea of
embarrassment.

Sometimes, we talk like normal
people in a park or in a café as if we
knew each other for a while. I laugh,
you laugh, and later, I become bewildered
by your sudden views things
we learn from the books we are required
to read or simply with the things that
give you immense goosebumps. I keep
quiet to listen to the words you rumble
on about as I nod my head from time to
time, not really knowing how to express
myself on the words you say, watching the
glow.

Other times, I just look at you,
reminding myself that you are just
like me and the rest of the world;
imperfect, yearning and searching just
like what humans do. Regret washes over
me for seeing you as someone pure like
a newborn baby, with the scent of innocence.
The stillness of silence lingers again and,
all I can do is just watch and listen to you
whenever your eyes light up, bringing
you a wave of thrill through your
smile.

Shyness, like young lady hiding
her face behind her fan or a little child
hiding behind his mother. I am a
wreck with flowery feelings so, I simply
let it be there, hoping it will float away
in the cool, afternoon breeze like a
dandelion.
Laughter, like a kid chasing a dog
in a park or a student finally graduating
as he passed the final exams. I am
content with our rare conversations and
the idea of you, recognizing that I, some-
one who doesn’t usually talk to you,
exist.
Spaces, like the spacebar on the
keyboard or maybe, the distance between
us when we are beside each other, on
two different chairs, as the silence still
linger, hoping that later I’ll find myself
talking to you with that glint in your eyes
once again.

Description
Romantic words do not come
easily from my mouth for I prefer
the silence lingering around me
as I continue to keep most of my
thoughts, doubts and feelings to
myself.

We sit on two different chairs,
side by side, just a few centimeters
away from each other. Not too far,
not too close but, just the right distance
we need for the sake of personal
space.
My mouth is silent and worse than
a mime performing funny things
in front of his audience. Words are dry
from the chills of the artificial snow in
the room as my throat become brittle and
fragile.
The silence between us is some-
times deafening to my sensitive ears
that I’d prefer to hear a baby’s cry
at 3am. I’d steal subtle glances, trying
to strike up a conversation but, just like
always, I am struck with the idea of
embarrassment.

Sometimes, we talk like normal
people in a park or in a café as if we
knew each other for a while. I laugh,
you laugh, and later, I become bewildered
by your sudden views things
we learn from the books we are required
to read or simply with the things that
give you immense goosebumps. I keep
quiet to listen to the words you rumble
on about as I nod my head from time to
time, not really knowing how to express
myself on the words you say, watching the
glow.

Other times, I just look at you,
reminding myself that you are just
like me and the rest of the world;
imperfect, yearning and searching just
like what humans do. Regret washes over
me for seeing you as someone pure like
a newborn baby, with the scent of innocence.
The stillness of silence lingers again and,
all I can do is just watch and listen to you
whenever your eyes light up, bringing
you a wave of thrill through your
smile.

Shyness, like young lady hiding
her face behind her fan or a little child
hiding behind his mother. I am a
wreck with flowery feelings so, I simply
let it be there, hoping it will float away
in the cool, afternoon breeze like a
dandelion.
Laughter, like a kid chasing a dog
in a park or a student finally graduating
as he passed the final exams. I am
content with our rare conversations and
the idea of you, recognizing that I, some-
one who doesn’t usually talk to you,
exist.
Spaces, like the spacebar on the
keyboard or maybe, the distance between
us when we are beside each other, on
two different chairs, as the silence still
linger, hoping that later I’ll find myself
talking to you with that glint in your eyes
once again.