Last week we meet,

I didn’t know his name.

This week we’re friends,

how fast was that?

His face is in my mind,

how he walk, move, talk.

Now I know his name,

I wonder what does he feels.

Last night I stare in the mirror,

He stood here right infront of me.

He is not really there,

I want to touch him but i cant.

My mind was playing games with me again.

Are we really friends?

Does he not see that i exist?

Does he not know I have feelings too?

I wonder what is he up to.

Ever since that day,

I could not forget the whole year.

Though we don’t talk anymore,

But my feelings remains sincere.

I may not confess

nor may I stand for myself,

But i know me, I  know how i feel.

Now I’ve heard his taken.

What do I do with this feeling?

Go out like nothing ever happen?

Or cry all my heart out?

There’s no way I could tell him.

He has found his happy ending.

Yet everynight, that man in my mirror,

he returns to me yet again.

I am happy with just that.

I am happy.