It's 12.01 pm, pardon me for posting a nonsensensical post.

Hey, kamu yang saya suka.
Why can't I take my eyes off you everytime you're in sight?
Why can't I stop staring at your name in my contact list?
Why can't I think of something to strike a conversation with you?
Why am I so excited to receive text from you?
Why can't I forget the smile on your face when I smiled at you?
Why do I feel a sudden rush of blood when you walk past me?
Why do I find myself waiting for you to go online?
Why do I secretly hope you'll be my Secret Pen Pal?
Why do I feel like I'm walking on air when you wished me happy birthday?
And why oh why, do I see your face on this very screen while writing this, at 12.01 in the afternoon?

I like you more than mega sales.

I like you more than curling up in blanket on rainy days.

I. like. you.