my favorite thing about you: when you set your mind to something, watch out. six versions of doodle jump, hundreds of written out chinese characters, countless dance rehearsals. you dream smart and work harder, and it makes you unstoppable.
a brief definition of your shape in my mind:
focused eyes and fast typing, c-pop and chinese dad style, growing up and glowing up, putting in the time every day.
do you remember when: we met for the first time, over chinese textbooks and chipotle free lunches. we talked for thirty minutes in mandarin, you roasting my accent the whole time, but also patiently teaching me new words and better grammar. i thought you were cool then, and even though i roast you whenever possible, i still think it's so cool that we get to be friends.
i can't wait to: eat at your restaurant, film all your shows from the front row, find number six, sing along to mojito, learn together, grow together
i hope to give you:
late-night beatsaber and lots of snacks
doordash without the delivery fees
potential wingwoman
what you ask for and nothing more, what you need and nothing less
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
