that girl

this night, I saw you on my timeline. you know as usual, I'm so enthusiastic reading yours. you wrote that you worried about someone. who's her? I never know, I have no idea. From the very start until now, I'm still dying for this curious feeling. I always ask myself, I always guess, I always analyze, but still no answer. I don't know. You're too difficult to be read. 

every night, I always saw yours. and if I read something about 'her', my mind is always filled with question,

"who's actually your girl?". I have been such a silly, dumb, pathetic, and k-e-p-o (knowing every particular object) girl. I want to know everything about you. I'm worried about you, I'm thinking about you, and I'm judging you.

you're so kind, smart, friendly, fun, physically awesome. you're so perfect to me. you don't talk much. you rarely visible. you're a typical haha. there's always a reason why I do fall in love with you. you caught my eyes from your first existence. you touched my heart from your first kindness. and you own my soul from the both.

but, tonight I wonder over again. who's the girl that you're writing about? who's the girl that you're dreaming of? who's the girl that you need most?

the rainbow of my clouds, may I wish that I was that girl?