You came Whatsapp-ed me suddenly.
I wanted to prepare myself to bed, slowly trying to let the feelings I have on you to slip away from my mind though the last chat with you was about two weeks ago if I am not mistaken.
We rarely talk, and just once in a while we asked the question "What's up ?" and "How's life ?". Don't really know whether the feelings are still organic or we are just merely being friendly towards each other.
Though what we had just now was a short chat and messaging activities, you did say that you miss me and told me to text you when I return home.
Will do, but won't be putting any expectations nor hope when I am back.
I know deep down inside I still want to meet up with you, want to see you. Your fair-angelic face, and the moments whereby you used to comfort me with the phrases that put a smile to my face. Those days, I miss it very much. Missing you too as well.
Perhaps, there's something going on in your mind right now. I can't read your mind, and can't really tell what you are thinking of.
I can just assume, imagine.
Rest well, sleep tight.
We shall not force things.