My First Love.

I had a feeling, that you existed, you are there.

Maybe time had not come. Maybe the place is not right. Maybe we don't have a clique.

But you are there.

Probably the one who sits behind me at the same coffee shop, ordering the same drinks.

Or, the one who sits two rows away from me in LRT, I'm watching the scene and you are reading your thesis.

Or, in the same library, you are taking Jane Austene's and I'm searching for Little Prince.

Or, you lived your life in your place and I lived mine now.

And one day, sure we will meet.

Maybe at an organic market, you bought some green apples and I bought my favourite tomatoes.

Maybe at the same university, you are from Language and I'm a medical student.

Maybe at a park, you are writing note for your new song and I'm thinking of a poem.

One day, we will meet.

I'm waiting for you.