The first times were the crazy ones.
The most unimaginative encounters.
The fugitive approach.
I can't forget the way you stare at me.
One evening - well it seemed always evening because the building has no power - after office, of course with friends and staffs, Mishi my dear friend stopped by the comfort room and we started talking with Sarah and Jayson then silence came and you stare at me so hard when I was leaning on the wall and you put your hand on the wall to stare even closer. It was like I just wanted to melt on my place that time, good thing Mishi went out and we all moved down then.
and of course, care of my love.
Some one said this is where it all started, I wanted to tell him "What started?".
Nothing started because it will mean it'll end.
Nothing started from this point because nothing will end in some parts.
We had met before, may be in my dreams, in a street we both passed by,
or maybe in our lives before this.
Nothing meant strange for me now, everything seems familiar.
Like maybe some where in my past we fallen deeply in love with each other.
And that we are just continuing those times here.
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