I miss you.

I miss your smiles.

Because they make me feel calm whenever I saw them

and make me feel very glad if I know they're for me.

I miss the sound of your laughs,

it maybe sounds goofy to you but to me,

it's like a good tune that echoes at the back of my mind

whenever I want to remind myself

how happy you are, with or without me.

I miss the way you look at me

whenever I caught you doing it,

no matter how far or how near we are.

I miss the times when you just talk

& tell me everything.

Facts, stories, or even random sounds you make.

I don't care if it's funny or sad,

I don't even feel tired hearing all of it

even if you already told me about it

long time ago.

I miss the way you hold me,

long hugs, the cuddles or even just holding hands,

the tight grip that says

"I will never ever let you go.",

even if you did not realize how deep it means to me.

I miss being teased by you. Playful ones.

I maybe looked like I'm annoyed

but sometimes

you can't trust my reaction.

I miss your kisses.

Especially the soft ones.

Even a peck on one of my cheeks before I sleep,

or just an emoticon in our texts,

it will always make my day and night

everytime I imagine the feeling after being kissed.

I miss those little things you did.

Like the jokes you told & you said it wasn't funny,

like the way you talk about yourself

& how was your day,

like the way you sing,

or even the way you text me randomly.

There's more of them, if only I can list them all & I love every single one of them.

Even if it's so little

until you feel like I'm ridiculous.

Reminding myself about these things
will always make me feel fine after a rough day
& I will sleep peacefully
if I started to think about you & the little things I love about you
before I went to bed.

No one can ever make me feel this appreciative about someone like you do,

even if you didn't ask me to care, even if you ever think that I didn't even care.

But I do care, I do realize everything about you,

the way you walk, the way you talk.

Even sometimes not having you by my side saddens me

but nothing can make me feel more sad

than realizing that I won't feel all of these things again

when one of us left each other,

when the day comes.

But for now, when I still have the time, the chance

I just wanted you to know

that I miss you.

Only you.

-anonymous

What?

Who am I to judge, while I'm still living with my parents. Who am I to judge, while I'm still need my friends to be part of my life. Who am I to judge, while I'm just a teen who's in middle school and still learning about life. Who am I to judge, while I'm not one of the the well-known person nor the smartest kid in this Milky Way galaxy. I'm not the president, I'm not the queen. I'm a teen, with a life, but I'm nobody. And so are you. Who are you, to judge besides the greatest Creator of us?

HAVING A COKE WITH YOU

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

—Frank O'Hara

Lovestruck

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine..
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

 I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.