A Letter

Dear XXX,

As 'poppy' as "bad romance" is, it still connected to me in a really really strange way. "You know that I want you, And you know that I need you. I want a bad, bad romance". Nah, don't think that you know. But that's what I want, and need, even if it's a bad romance.

"I want your loving, and I want your revenge". Yes, as silly as this may sound, you can use me to take your revenge, as long you give me the loving feeling. I really don't mind.

I keep thinking of your smile, my sweet disease. You got me at "turn-your-head-and-smile-at-me". If you can't picture that, look. You turned your head and looked at me, not an ordinary kind of way. It was special. It was a moment, the kind of moments that instantly wins a competition. you smiled and that killed. Totally killed it. Your eyes, glossy and dreamy, fenced by those flirtatious pair of lashes, started its quest to haunt me. Signed, sealed, delivered. However, this was not it. You delivered sweetness, amiableness in a setting most would shrivel in. You showcased your personality to the highest degree, and it was a night full of moments that i would never ever forget.

I just want you to know all these, because you deserve it. You deserve all the praises that you get, and you deserve to feel good about yourself. And if one day something brings me closer to you, i may actually say it face-to-face to you, with no ulterior motives whatsoever. Because you made an impact in my life, and my only motive is for you to know that you are deserving of something better, because you're special.


Love,
me.