I'll be honest with myself for 10 minutes.
Looking at you now, I am reminded
of that guy that I looked up to.
I am reminded of that weird guy who often notice
everytime I experiment with my hair.
That when I feel most anxious and restless with my new look,
he never fails to tell me it looks just fine.
He might just say that because he got good manners.
The kind that he will tell to just anybody else.
But it means a lot to me.
I am reminded of that thoughtful guy
who was willing to bring medicine,
who gave me the bird origami after Bio class,
who toyed me during our Cha-Cha dance practice,
who gave me the green balloon shaped like an animal,
who accompanied me back home when it's dark,
who sat beside me when Math was frustrating,
who wanted to watch an anime together,
who tried to welcome me in his team,
who shared the isaw,
who pointed his finger to me and pretended to shoot me,
who said his Goodbye properly.
Yes. He did a lot of frustrating things too.
Sometimes, the things he did and said pierce my heart really deep.
And sometimes, when I think of them altogether,
I cry. Still cry.
But he was a good friend
And I choose to always look at the good side of him.
I want him to seek what can truly make him happy.
I want to see him get there.
I know who has his heart.
I hope things will end well with him and her.
Ok. So, 10 minutes is almost over.
I am not reminded of anything at all.
He's just any guy out there.
He does not make a difference.
I am lying again.
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