tulisannya • 409.

I love you, you know? But I'm not in love with you. The statement sounds so cheesy and sometimes I hate myself for it; hate myself for feeling it. Next thing I know I'll probably spew something like it's not you it's me.

I love you like I love thunderstorm, because there's so much more to it, and being in love is uncomplicated, unlike how I love thunderstorm, or how I love you. Because it's not everyday there's a thunderstorm, like it's not everyday that I'll meet someone like you.

Sometimes, I think I can launch into an endless hours of speech on why I love thunderstorm, if I'm ever outspoken enough to do it. I'm not, obviously, often opted to whisper one or two sentences instead, because my ABCs always play Judas on me. You said that I'm the strong silent type, and maybe it's one of the reason why I love you. You understand me even with all the words that left unsaid.

The reason why I love thunderstorm is not the thunderstorm itself; or at least, not only the thunderstorm itself.

I love the sound of the rain that comes with it, the storm, even though I sometimes flinch at the sound of thunder, curling on in myself when I see a particularly big lightning that gives the anticipation of a loud booming that come seconds to its appearance. I love the window I sit next to and the blanket that wraps around me and the cup of steaming cuppa, two sugar and a dash of cream, because that's what I do when thunderstorm comes, and only when thunderstorm comes. It is precious; like you're precious.

I love how bold it is, the thunderstorm, loud and confident and eye-catching. Like you, on the first day of sophomore year when I noticed you laughing boisterously down the hallway by my best friend's locker. You, and your honey-colored Bambi eyes, and your raven hair with fringe that swoop just above your thick eyelashes.

I love how the sky clears up after a thunderstorm, azure and afresh, like it's been born again. And they always have the best twilight after a thunderstorm, the most breathtaking 6.13PM kind of twilight that's the combination of lilac, amber, and Tyrian purple. It is the prettiest; like you're the prettiest.

You are a thunderstorm in many sense. And I love you, but I'm not in love with you.

Because being in love would be simpler than how I feel for you.