Meant for That Someone.

Everthing about you makes me smile.
If I had to choose something particular that made me smile;
I would never be able to decide.
I'd tear up into little pieces before I could pick one thing.
It's the little smile you have when hanging upside down.
It's the way you express yourself with those pants or that top hat.
It's the way your hair covers your right eye.
It's the way you tell me your mysterious.
It's the way you compliment me, when you think I need them.
It's the way you ask me to prove you're amazing.
Four years made such a difference.
Secretly pining away for that one person all those years.
Because you missed their presence.
I remembered the times when seeing you run after Jun, I'd laugh hysterically.
You were the one who was always having fun.
I was the one who always worried about my studies.
I could still say that it's still like that.
I envy your moments of happiness.
Your joyous pictures with friends.
I wish I could have that.
But I realize I can't not be who I am and connected to you at the same time.
It doesn't work like that.
I hate to say it.
I live secretly and will always want to live secretly.
People may know me by some pseudonym but no one should know me.
Only you.
And you will be my only connection to the world.
You will be the one to make me laugh, jump for jow, fall on the floor, and smile.
There are little things.
Things you say.
And when I ask you to prove your not a lazy bum, you tell me:
"Because I'm me."
But it's you that makes me smile.
YOU.