Stop Walking

Stop walking when I am there, or when I am planning to walk. I can't face you. It's already so difficult to look at you - because you are so gorgeous. Now I have to time my printing.

Stop standing up when I am with my flip-flop or barefooted.

Holy shit. I know I am going to get bored of you soon. I need my jigsaw puzzle. I need my inspiration to head to work at 7.00am and leave at 8.00pm. Or to head back during weekends.

I could only see the beauty you possess last week.

This week, I noticed the flaws. The way you walk. The way your clothes hang. The resonance of your voice doesn't impress me yet.

The worst part - you know I have been admiring you out the corner of my eye. We have been parallel more times today than the last 4 weeks.