Lily, Lily. Oh, what a name you have.

Lily, just Lily,

Just like the flower Lily.

How she slowly walks through the crowd like a blooming flower, I can sense her smell from afar.

One step forward, there's this white hair of hers flying through the wind

The color of her hair that everyone clearly finds weird.

They were mean people, like bad breaths.

She couldn't take their words properly enough because of their bad breath - (inappropriate words) smelling it like it was a bad wind for her health.

She did the best thing — The bravest decision she has made.

Actually– I never really thought she would ignore those d-mons. I'm not saying she shouldn't, but I just thought she was a soft hearted person who overthinks to whatever people say.

Her hair was the straightest way ever

I always admire how it waves like an ocean and bounces every time she walks.

But it's not the same anymore, her hair changed.

It was curved, curly, and ‘lavender-ish’.

Even though of that, I still can see the white piece of her hair hiding behind that color. How I see it bounces more than ever and waves like a noodle.

She was so special, yet confusing.

How could anyone be like her so lucky to be treated gently by me? -I'm so delusional.

I'd talk about her with my friends,

Annoy them, I wouldn't mind.

As long as I can describe how goddess she was.

The angel that could capture the sting of love...

I'd die for her and be in hell. I may or may not care, but I'll even tell the demons that I met an angel before.

I never hitched a breath nor skipped a beat, ever in my life.

She was the one who was able to make my heart beat fast,

…the one and only.

I talked to her the day my birthday got exposed in the whole class - my friends came in the middle of a discussion of our math class.

The subject I only struggle on because of the teacher.

But I was glad they did,

Or I will never get the chance to have the most awkward, embarrassing memory of us talking together.

Our conversation: "(Her: Nice to meet you! I'm Lily, and are you?)

Me: (I was a bit shocked and stuttering a bit back then so, just Imagine it). "Nice to meet you too, gorgeous. My name's Ivory, but you can call me Ivy." I thought of it, my tongue slipped, but I noticed how she smiled when she heard the word "gorgeous" from me.

Her smile was the only thing I craved for-ever in my life. It was like a soft bullet - weird thing to say but I can't explain properly. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in her that made my heart melt. But every part of her is just perfect. I love her. And I know this isn't a wrong decision.

Her: "Oh, hii Ivy!" -her with an energetic response. I remembered, of course. "Happy birthday, by the way."

After that, we started to get close - I can feel our chemistry, us being the sun and the moon, yin-yang. Our conversation gets deep-long.

We hung out after school, she took me to a club, I invited her. I didn't have a car that day, YET, so, she gave me a ride back then.

PART I — To be continued.

Lavender and Lily

We always thought we wouldn't match, but we did. She was happy – yet I was. I think there is no more to continue this story... Or yet there is?

What's the point of me continuing this if it already ended here. No, it's not the end yet.

Our life story still continues

Because this isn't the past.

It's still just happening, and I'm just getting some ideas to make a love story with her...

This is a true story.

I love her.

She loves... Me? Nothing different – or that was I thought?

I love her more than a friend

She loves me more than a best friend

I thought that was what she meant.

But I was just her ‘Sibling’

I see her as the goddess of the light, the smell of the sea, when our lungs are still in peace, she always makes my heart jump in excitement.

I looked at her as if I didn't believe in sin - just like not believing god exists. But I do believe him, really. It's just we can't be all focused on one person to be all so curious and respectful.

She looked at me warmly, softly, and gently with all she could push out of her heart. But deep inside, there's this guilt on her mind controlling her feelings.

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I was capable of my feelings. I can take care of it – be patient and control myself.

We just hang out each day we meet in school.

We laugh at ourselves every time we excuse ourselves just to go and pee in another building. It was such a coincidence, it always happens to us.

But I believed that was destiny,

Yet she didn't.

Nothing in common... They say.

Who? My thoughts.

We always went to the Catholic Church every Sunday at 5 pm.

And every recess – we don't buy snacks in the cafeteria because they said... No. She said that she almost rushed to the hospital and I believed that. So every time it's time for recess, we just walk around the school like a supervisor. And yes, even if it's raining. Because one day, we both forgot to bring an umbrella but still decided to join the rain. We were soaking wet, but we dried faster. We almost caught a cold that day because our room has an air-conditioner.

Haha, that was long. I never really thought that kind of thing would happen. Especially for people who hate going out to the thunderstorm... We have a lot of commons in life. But we have never been destined for each other.

That day, only the day makes me want to go to school just to see her again. I always thought of making this story since it was really fun. So, yeah. Here I am now.

-I missed her. We haven't talked for 1 week since she's not usually using her phone just to use some of her social media. She just uses it to do some work...

I hope we talk again next Monday. We have no problem – We just have a 1-week break in our school.

Don't mind me sharing this:] I'm just having fun making it. I'm still feeling stressed because even though we have a break, there are still some school works.