For him, them and I.
A messy affection ahead
A love letter to the people I love
Dedicated to bubu, J and you

Cheers to the acts we made
Celebrate the courage we mustered
Choices that may end up to fade
Certainly never regret the unsaid we uttered

Let us counter clock when the isolation was desolated
Distraught thoughts of the unfamiliarity made me cold
Leaning forward to face fears, strong and grounded
Dimmed my expectations for the future that may unfold

Curiosity killed the cat but it poured me an obsession to fill in a nostalgia
Photographs taken when life was mundane and simple; forgiving and genuine
The smile you plastered playing our little games and fighting over silly arguments
We are a group full of innocence but life trains us to bid to tearful connections

The reality of this continuous movie is far from the past
You are plucking the strings of your guitar and serenade a roses of melody
You held a ball, dunked and be the captain to my fluttering feelings
Not in a million years I thought someone might crushed the ordinary
And be a reason to paint a moment to be extraordinary

So I started to name you a happy crush
The one that stays out of sight but smiling when you laid eyes on secrecy
The one that I admire from afar until I made an impulse and confessed indirectly
The one that I knew the chances but chose bravery to reveal my naked intentions
The thought of seeing you is a prize that I would celebrate in fantasy

So much love that I started to tell my friends
And eventually almost everyone knows this hidden affection I created
I became afraid, but not regretful
I became stronger and prouder that I made this far
Grateful and awe are in my veins as I recalibrate this lingering thoughts

We are young and still continue to learn the art of being alive
The smile we make are precious as we escape to pains that made us dive
Photo albums filled with remnants of our heydays, thinking how we can be five
Rose-tinted glasses could make us view nostalgia as a way we thrive

Heighten my expectations, for the future that may unfold
I faced the fears, I thanked my friends for being here and before
Some thoughts bug my mind but I trust what my heart told,
"No regrets, just memories." and it became my untold lore

Nothing lasts forever but memories are evermore
No one's being black, being white, as we strive to be gray
Never underestimate someone's bravery
Neither someone's ability to gamble the games of predicted scores

Loveletter by Shy Vavile
To my people that I love, like
Not-so-usual entry
But a messy but special for me