I know we barely even met. I know i saw those sneak peeks. I know your mates were talking about me. I know they are one of the pass-me-'em-numbers. By chance; its too lucky. By fate; its too fairytale. By luck; sounds perfect. Cmon, sing me the Man Who Can't Be Moved song. It would be nice. There's this mysterious look you had. One that hides your inhibitions. And the other just plain surface. Maybe its just not the way it's supposed to go. I know, i could find you. And you know you could find me. Its an easy access. But yeah, maybe not. One day, things are bound to happen. And maybe you're asking the same thing, how can it be possible to miss someone you barely even met. And all you could see was the silhouetted expressions. And you might even hear the skipping of the heartbeat. Maybe i left too early. Or maybe you were too unsure. Afterall, we are much deeper than the naked eye can see. One day, maybe.

Yours.