The Boy in My Silent Chapters

Hey dear,

I’m still in that delulu–solulu kind of love.

Yesterday, he handed me a note with a handwritten love poem. He’s usually very lazy when it comes to writing, so the fact that he wrote it for me really surprised me. Seeing his cute, lazy handwriting made me smile. But the words were deep and genuine.

You wrote a poem for me, and I might end up writing a whole novel about us.

It hurts knowing that we may not have a future together, yet we keep getting closer with every passing moment.

Sometimes it feels like I’m living inside a movie or a drama, especially when I see your dramatic gestures.