everybody tells me that i'm the lucky one;

i always believed that it was faith that brought me to liking you;
but after a whole year, i believed its not faith. nor its the things we have in common;
if we actually count the things we have in common, i'll give it a zero;

You're the morning person, I'm the night person;
You're the studious person, I'm the slacker;
You're the talker, I'm the listener;
You tell the truth, I lie;

in fact, dare i say it? i have more things in common with your brother.
we both linger and long for things;
nights before he sleep he reads the letters;
nights before i fall asleep i read your texts;
we both wants a lover we do not need to love;
if i have to list down everything; i would feel as if i am betraying.

L is for life;