that much.

Do you know?

You were once so annoying.
I loathed your whistle.
It was disturbing. Unbearable.

How I missed those days,
when you were only a friend of mine.

It could be your fault,
for not dumping me when you were deemed to
but to hold me tight and kept me felt secure,
when I was about to fall.

It should be your fault,
for arriving coll. at that particular time,
and created the so-called coincidence for me to meet you,
when I was heading to classes.

It must be your fault,
for letting my glance to meet your eyes,
and smiled the heart-gripping smile,
when I started to think more of you.

And it was your fault,
for unveiling the secret and confronted me with the pathetic truth,
which then left me with nothing else, but to succumb to your authority.

It was an unscrupulous trade.
As I stood naked in front of you,
while you were heavily armoured.

And now I miss your whistle. And that you are somehow different. And I awfully dreadfully seriously hate you, for knowing how much you meant for me, and exploited the power you've got, to manipulate and got me surrendered, meanwhile pretended like you're sorry.

This sounds like a psycho.
You wouldn't know how great it felt,
to be able scrutinize your features,
that openly.

That pair of eyes, which are so 'sepet-like' yet captivating;
[even with your specs on]
your favourite hairstyle,
which matches so perfectly with your striking face.

Also, you sounded great when you said this.
"It's chemical. You should wash your hands."

But, that doesn't matter anymore.

And that you're leaving soon. I could neither hear nor see you anymore.
But I know that I'll miss you less frequent, as time passes.
And I know what’s best for this mess. As you wish.

Take care.

I don't care what you think, nor would I give a damn about them. All I ever wanted is to write you a post, right at this very moment when you occupy my mind. And this denotes the end of your existence. As if you, never existed.