I think that, there might be a chance that I'm falling in love with you. 

All these endless mockeries, late night talks, spontaneous short replies and just these warm conversations that flows like a stream is never fails to lit up my day and paint a smile across my face.

I love talking to you, really, I do. I love how we can talk about our disastrous exams we had today or how ridiculous we were in the past. I love how we can just talk about anything and how we tease each other about the moments we cherished last December. I love swiping up my iPod and reading our conversations and chuckling at our immaturity. I love listening to the ringtone when I receive your messages and I love how we can always find something to talk about, even the most random things. I love that you are different from most wannabe guys I know and I love that we are so much like common thread.

I think that I might be falling in love with you as much as my mind forbids my heart to do so.

But it'll never work out. We are a hundred miles away and we met each other too briefly before we parted ways all over again. And chances are, we will never see each other again and chances are we might stop talking to each other, at some point. I came across a tweet that says that a relationship cannot be build on text messages the other day and somehow I thought of you.. But we built our relationship on real talks first before having to rely on text to find ways to be in other's life. We had all the crazy moments and youthful laughter.

 I really love the friendship we have here. Perhaps it is better for us to be just friends. Maybe becoming more than friends could really hurt what we have here instead of blooming it. I guess It is for the best. I just hope someday I'll meet someone like you and things would be a little easier than this.