i wish i told you sooner.
when i met you for the first time, you were like a shooting star that i failed to make a wish upon as i was too bedazzled by the dreams that glowed in your eyes. your words were as elegant as your presence, and it captivated me—you ensnared me in the worst way possible.
when i laid my eyes on you for the first time, i couldn't look away. until now, it would seem that i am still under your spell, the very same enchantment that you used on me that night—for i still couldn't look at anyone else like how i used to look at you.
like a shooting star, your presence was fleeting—the smiles that graced my days with euphoria did not last long. however, like the regrets of every missed chance, you lingered—and here i am, still stuck in the short-lived joy of being in your arms.
i wish i told you sooner about how my heartbeat rages at the sight of your name whenever you wish me a productive day every morning. i wish i had the courage to tell you about how i spent my days in sheer enthusiasm while you gazed at me with passion. if i did, you would know by now that someone is waiting for you—then i wouldn't have to regard you as a fragment of my regrets. you wouldn't be among the chances i could've taken, but chose not to.
i miss you, and there is no way to tell you that now.
i wish i told you sooner.
i wish i wasn't too late.