On the fourteenth of February,
he gave me a bouquet of pink roses
but I threw it straight in the bin
as I shot daggers straight
to the chambers of his heart.

On the third of March,
he saw me sobbing endlessly
because of another guy
who never laid his eyes on me.
He offered his handkerchief
but I yanked it away
just like what I did to the love
that he’s about to give.

On the seventeenth of April,
he handed me a colorful box
that is full of scented papers
where his poetry and letters
were written intricately.
I never bothered to read them,
just like I never tried
to let him through my door.


On the twenty fifth of May,
I woke up at 3am wanting
to feel his hand on mine.
And as I saw him across the street,
I tried to tell him so
but he never looked at me
as if I’m a stranger all along.

On the sixth of June,
I saw him writing letters
to someone who is not me
and my heart sank with the realization
that he will never write
for me the same way again.

On the tenth of July,
I saw him smiling so sweetly
as he was talking to a girl
who holds her dearly.
I swear I never ran as fast
as I did back then
as I chased my own tears
before they fall from my eyes.


On the thirteenth of August,
I picked a pink rose from a garden
and I detached each petal
as I asked it if ever he still
have his heart beating for me.
My heart was shuttered when I ended
with “He loves me not.”

On the eighth of September,
I spent my birthday wishfully thinking
that you would knock on my door
with a bouquet and a greeting card
and a warm smile on your handsome face
but the ninth came and I’m still there
waiting in nothing but vain.

On the thirtieth of October,
I wrote endless apologies
for throwing your heart away.
But then I know you won’t care
for me the same way as before.
And as I put down my pen,
my insides are full of regret
for I never loved you too
when you were loving me still.
I just miss you so much.
I am sorry.

I hurt him. I lost him. And now, I miss him. (N.A.)

Anonymous asked:

Why does Chris Evans always grab his left boob when he laughs?

officialchelso answered:

Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.

This topic has been studied by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.

1. It keeps him on the ground.


You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.

2. To check on his physique.


As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.

3. Object permanence.


Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.

I hope this helps.



I didn’t grow up reading comic books. I didn’t have too much interest in them. It’s been kinda coincidental that I’ve made so many comic book films.