I’ve known him 8 months ago. I guess you can probably say it’s been a long time. And yes, twists and turns happen. We met unexpectedly and I fall in love out of nowhere. Nibor’s still in my heart since the Never After. And of the entire heck in the world, I never thought this guy would change everything.
We’re compatible, interested to any of our likes. You can probably say we’re meant as a pair of slippers. And that’s a big yes.
It’s supposed to be “US” not until he dated Leslie when we’re officially MU. It’s not official (though I was the one who considered it). I know he still has those tiny branches of love life. But what’s the teary part is when we go out with Leslie (probably their date with me). But no matter how I tried to screw it up in my mind, hanging out with your MU and his girlfriend would definitely tear you up to the ground. Good thing Arwin and Ramlan is with me, talking things to avoid me from seeing them.
Leslie, the freak, weirdo, being the kind, unassuming person she is, bought the story hook, line, and sinker, tried to impress me. No wonder how she tries to get my attention. For what? To appreciate her? I guess I would do that if I completely lost my mind. She’s not that beautiful to be a head-turner.
She tried to reach for his hand, I saw it. If it wasn’t for me, if I wasn’t there, they probably are holding each other. Good for them, I realize I must be the one holding him.
And that’s not even scratching the surface, on that unfortunate moment when we’re waiting for taxi, I tried to stay away. I didn’t notice my jeans got wet and all I can notice is his voice trying to get my attention.
“Kit, hawa diha kay basa na imu jeans oh,”
I turned around.
She was there, resting on his back. I nearly fainted but I tried my best not to.
What’s worse is it’s nobody’s fault but mine. I didn’t have to wake up that morning and tell myself this was going to be the day he’ll ask me out. Of course I know he’s not my boyfriend, and we’re not together.But that’s not the point. The point is, I set myself up for things like this only to get stumped when things don’t play out the way I imagined it would. I decide to write about him in my diary, a very clear indication that he’s not someone I see myself getting tired of easily. No one told me to get my hopes up. There were no signs that today would be THE day.
How disappointing how I tried to fix it when everything I tried to do is he’s always there – trying to make me cry.