Despite your genuineness, I don’t want to write about you. It feels like the whole world will know and it will be jinxed after all.
I don’t want them to know your best qualities: your sweet smiles, bright eyes, and warm hands, and your sincere ‘how are you’, intentional look, listening ears, and hearty laughs. Now, tell me how can I resist not to write about you, when you are worth writing for. The whole world should know that there is still someone real, someone who can flatter one’s heart as you.
