Isn't strange how love works?

How one evening your heart palpitates,

And the next minute, you're sobbing.

Isn't even more strange

How I've never met this person,

Yet the minor details of how he closes his 

Mouth when he feels embarrassed, 

How he often declares his love for Michael Jackson,

How his voice sounds like a lullaby from my childhood,

Or the way he smiles--

God, the sudden tug at the corner of his lips--

Makes my heart flip!

But at the same time, 

my heart becomes filled with unhappiness,

Wishing I can tell him in person

How much he inspires me,

How much joy he brings to my life,

Hoping I can tell him in person

How talented and a versatile artist he is,

How his mere existence makes my

Heart so, so happy.

To you,

I'm grateful for the way you exude 

Sunshines and flowers all around you.

For always being yourself, not afraid

To show anyone who you are. 

And for making my life a bit more yellow.

To you, 

Who may never read this,

Who I may never meet,

Thank you and I love you.