reflection

Sir Chris,

I wonder a bit too much of what I really feel inside.

It makes me depressed to think about it too.

It's not doubt, but uncertainty.

I have always been certain of the why's hidden in my smiles when you are around. Love is the answer; as it has always been. But surely, I can tell you this, I am uncertain too... Uncertain that this affection for you would be an everlasting one. I do know you. Know this and that. But I do not know you that much that I could make you smile (like the ones I offer you).

It makes me want to give up at times. But it makes me wonder too why I keep on holding on to what some people consider as something unsure. I must say this is love... But I do ask myself, must I fight for it? I guess not.

No... No need for that. As long as it's established in me that I love you, nothing else matters.

Except that when you'll love me too.

~Cherry

what remains

Sir Chris,

There would simply be no satisfaction in this love that I have for you. But at least, I could still tell you this much. I am happy with this. I am happy that I love you.

At my young age, chemistry and maths are the most certain things I could talk of. Nothing much theoretical about the subjects, I could always find the answers to the queries of the subjects, but.. These feelings for you! They are abstract, wholly uncertain. A state of mind and/or the heart. So, I don't know how, but I truly am sure of them.

At my young age, I know that these words could be thought of as crazy and foolishness, but I consider them as certain. My words would not be revered. They are enjoyed though. There is no satisfaction still.. But hey, I am happy with just nothing from you. Not even a word.

My love for you would never be contented. But my heart already is.

I'm contented that I love you. Even with the rest of the world defying my feelings for you, what remains is that I love you. And perhaps, I always would.

~Cherry

hesitation

Sir Chris,

~Cherry