I Have a Crush on You

Yes, you read that right.

I have a crush on him— a quiet flame burning brighter than I expected,
perhaps louder than my own heart dared to whisper.

As days unfold and I learn more about him, he feels like a dream stitched from the fabric of the impossible— too perfect, too kind, almost like a story someone else wrote.

Still, I wonder what will happen when our eyes finally meet, when the space between us shrinks to a breath in Jakarta’s warm air.

He’s a gentle mystery— a man who could be the calm in a chaotic world,
or just another beautiful mirage fading with the dawn.

Every day I find a new reason to believe, a new kindness that paints him brighter in my mind— a list that could fill pages, if only time would slow.

I wait for that moment, that fragile meeting of reality and hope, longing for the warmth of his smile, the truth in his gaze.

But here’s the twist— maybe this crush is less about him, and more about the hope he awakens inside me.

A hope that love, in any shape or form, can still surprise us when we think we’ve seen it all.

So, I hold on to the dream, knowing that sometimes, the sweetest love stories begin not with certainty, but with the courage to believe.