At the end of the day

Interest-grabber — the most suitable word to describe you, the way you always wave off people in the corridor alternate their attention to you

Soothing voice — the magic comes through your mouth, a long narrative about how you treasure every little thing you found

Starry eyes — the way your eyes hold so many stars and always look tender every time your eyes meet mine

Contagious laugh — as addicted as it could be, your laugh instantly takes away all the burdens I carry all-day

‘Loving him was red,’ Taylor Swift said, but mine is blue. Calm, deep, spacious, secure, and tranquil.

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear.” Taylor swift said, again. You were my discover weekly that I would play every Monday, I will never know you better, we’re strangers after all but at least I know 7% about you which I hope it’s true. Every day is a new day to find out what things you treasure the most. I’m blessed for that 7%, always.

“You’re chosen out from the rest,” Coldplay said, so you are. Out of other boys who good looking and charming enough, you’re my one and only interest-grabber.

“I have loved you since we were 18,” One Direction said, in my case when I was 18 and you were 19. That one summer, I fell hard for a boy who shine with his black and undercut hair.

“When I look in your eyes, forever sounds alright,” Wallows said. If your eyes were an ocean, I would dare to jump and even drown in it.

At the end of the day, I just wanted to stare into your eyes and listen to whatever things you talk about. I just wanted to sit with you and laugh at the most unfunny things, as long as I’m with you. I just wanted to be the one who gives you an unlimited pat when you face hardship.

At the end of the day, if a multiverse does exist, I wish she would still choose you to spend life with.