I was just going through the clutter in my wallet and I found this small piece of paper, neatly folded, with words so faint that I could barely read them.
The note.
As I strained my eyes to read the faint writing, I realized that it was a note that a friend wrote to me all the way back when I was still in lower secondary. It was a copy made with fax paper and it nearly was illegible. So I just typed it all out for memory’s sake.
What was written...
The note was titled “Difference between somebody you love & somebody you like“. It’s pretty cute, so here is that old, old note of mine.
Difference between somebody you love & somebody you like
In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster. But in front of the person you like, you get happy. In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring. But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter. If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush. But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile. In front of the person you love, you can’t say everything on your mind. But in front of the person you like, you can. In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy. But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self. You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love. But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like. When the one you love is crying, you cry with them. But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting. The feeling of love starts from the eye. But the feeling of like starts from the ear. So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears. But If you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever. Flatter me, and I may not believe you, Criticize me, and I may not like you, Ignore me, and I may not forgive you, Encourage me, and I may not forget you. - Author UnknownIt’s been so many, many years since I neatly folded this long note and put it in my wallet, but love’s still that magical adventure it always was. For that secondary school boy who folded that note so many years ago, love is still his life’s craziest, most mystical mystery.
#1 by A.K. on June 19, 2011 - 4:25 pm
incredibly nice!