To "you"

It started with a thanks.
I started to talk.
You responded.
And then you talked.
I talked too.
We both talked.
I started to talk a lot.
You started to show ur witty side.
I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
In fact I love it very much. I
know it's weird.
But I noe Im weird.
As days went by, I found joy talking to you.
Night time became enjoyable.
My heart beamed when you were online.
My heart sank seeing you not there.
You were fun with your words.
You were cute with your looks.
You are smart without the books.
I look forward to school.
Anticipating everyday to see your lovely smile.
And to hear your melodious voice.
I found a reason to go to class feeling happy.
While hearing to Yeo's sad stories.
I thought you felt the same way for me.
Until I got the hint just now.
Am I plain compulsive?
Or is this part of your witty jokes?
Cuz for once, I dun find it funny.
Im that selfish.
Expecting things to be returned.
You noe nuts about what Im thinking.
Yet Im blaming for the pain you caused me.
I guess this is how it suppose to end.
You and me, just great frens?

To "you"

Thanks for all the wits and laughter.