My heart is like a basketball. You see, many people have tried shooting it but only some scored a point. Wanna try a foul shot? Hmm, no need. You’ve already won me the game.
Days are too busy, hours are too fast. I try my best but I can’t seem to make moments with you last. Months only take weeks and seconds are damn few. Before I know it, I find myself missing you.
Life is not a series of meaningless accidents. When things are bound to happen, they surely will. You are not an accident and I was meant to know you. That’s serendipity.
It feels weird not talking to you.
We spend most of our time talking about nothing but I just want to let you know that all these nothings mean so much more to me than so many somethings.
