I love you, simple as that

It's a good feeling not asking myself the dreaded question of what if. I had the chance. I took it. Now, moving on...

But there was a time when I thought it was all pointless. You once asked me, "What's the point of keep saying it when I already know?" That's when that what if question came to me again.

What if I just stop. Well, it could mean to just let my heart stop beating but I might as well try. What if, nothing? What if I never felt a thing?

So, one day, I stopped trying to feel it. Maybe it was just all in the mind. I told myself, "Oh, yeah. What's the bloody point?" Even if I have this feeling that's been chocking me up all these years and finally had the chance of telling you, now what?

What's the point of waking up each and every morning and thinking of you? What's the point of trying hard to be a Shakespeare or nothing even close to it and coming up with those jumbled, edited, whatever-I-could- come-up love phrase? They are just words, are they not? They could mean a hell lot to me, but does it mean something to you? What's the point of trying to find the right words to say? Will there ever be a right word to say?

What's the point of looking at your photographs when all I could see is a frozen part of time? A time stood still, a smile that's quite a sight, a face that would always make my heart melt and that wrinkle your nose make when you pose for a smile that breaks my heart into pieces but could heal it all at the same time? What's the point of looking through a shadow of yesterday? Trying to feel the breeze that had passed, a chill that has long gone? That shiny hair I longed to touch. That's all I have. A picture of what it was. A photo of someone I could never have.

And then one day, all I read between those lines you left me, and it simply says you missed me.

I realized that the point of everything is having this feeling for you but still staying friends with you.

You've been good to me since I told you and nothing has changed. You never judged me. Well, at least I believe you didn't. I guess you took all the compliments of those loving words without pre-judging who it came from. I felt you appreciate all those words I could come up to because that's all I have, that's all I could give and my only way of showing you. It's the only way I know how to knock on the doors of your heart. The point is, you've been damn good to me I could never stop falling in love with you all over again.