Spent a day with him (almost) sitting opposite him, waiting to see his smile. I honestly never thought that I'll do that again, waiting for someone, doing something with someone. But something tiny just broke inside me, and I am still waiting. To say, to confess, whatever is that word. But I am waiting for something to happen. Just a tiny sound? A little hint? Of perhaps something more? I want to badly justify...

I wish that I have the courage to tell you right now, right in the midst of revision, nonchalantly, that I really like you. That I am waiting and seeing... Its only for you I'll wait till the late hours to head home, when I don't have to stay any longer, just to hear your voice a little longer.

I still don't dare to ask you that question...