I like you like LSS

To you:

           Hey. How are you? I hope you are fine. :) It's nearly Christmas and it's getting colder each day. I'm no good in writing romance though I write lots of romantic fictions about my Kpop ego. Okay, so first and foremost, I really do not know how to start this letter of confession. Second, I do not even know if you'll be able to read this. Third, I don't know if you care, or if you even know my name. Do I sound depressed or something? We only have two interactions. Yes, I'm a good counting machine. Are you excited for Christmas? Me? Not, really. It's always the usual ones. Receiving gifts and eating with friends. Okay, I'm more like getting random now. But yes, I'm random.

           Watching you from a far is probably the craziest thing I did, and currently doing. I always learn from my emotions and feelings, those who has faded. Maybe I must be really young for love, I always get curious on hows and whys, not even thinking of whos. Why should I? I always believe that love is not yet appropriate for me, but I just can't stop my heart from skipping thousands of beats for someone who doesn't even know my name. Hah. I mean, no it's not actually skipping of heartbeats, but your presence enlightens the whole of me and give me a wavering feeling, secretly in my mind. And probably in my heart. You're probably curious. I do not know as well. I don't know when all these started, but yes, I like you. OR no, I like the fact that my heart flutters whenever you're around. I like that feeling I just can't explain by words. I like the fact that I like you. And because of that I like you even more. I like you when I see you and now, I like you more even if I don't see you. I hope someday you'll be grateful to me. For what? For liking you.

           If you have a girlfriend then I'm sorry. I doubt that you'll be able to read this but if you do, then you can request for this blog to get removed. I'll do it immediately. Merry Christmas. :) I like you like last song syndrome.PS: Please stop running on my mind. I like you like last song syndrome.

Love,Camille