Yes, this is yet again about a certain guy. I'm writing and blogging again because of him.



I can still remember my very first blog post, it also is about this chap. That one guy whom I caught looking at me in the first day of school and kept on smiling at me the days after. Everyone who knows me well can tell that he's my type - chink-eyed, rugged and musically-inclined. It was a nice feeling, seeing him flash that sweet smile at me every time I glance his way. He was so cute. I just can't help but to always want to see him. Things went according to my plans or dreams in this case, well, my professors were a big help -- they put us together in a team, giving me an excuse to message him nonstop about.. school. We became very close, so close I fell for him without noticing I did. We started calling each other soulmates because of a reason I cannot now fathom, perhaps I just forgot because I would never call anyone or pertain to someone as my soulmate if he really wasn't. I guess, we just really had too many things in common, like our love for music and passion for equality, our family dilemmas, and the way we felt that very day... the first day I saw him, that day that he was looking straight at me. What I just remember is that back then, (which was around six years ago) I felt a deep sense of happiness and ease when I'm with him, albeit we always arrive late on our classes because we always manage to roam around the school premises during breaks.

He was that particular guy I can totally ditch class with and never regret because we'd end up laughing and talking about anything interesting, anyway (I'm a goody-two-shoes back then, I may always be tardy but I'll never cut class on purpose). And believe me, I'd rather go for a walk with him than go to History and Algebra class (my favorite courses back in College) like how Jessica Mastriani always dreams of hopping unto Rob Wilkins' Indian.

Then, I learned he already had a girlfriend. (You might think I'm an idiot for not asking him in the first place, believe me, I remember I did but he'd always dodge the query and tell me that he doesn't want to talk about his lovelife, yes, I'm an idiot, I should've taken that as a hint, but hey, I was still juvenile back then)

I discovered because we've accidentally taken each other's phone home (yes, we have matching phones, because back then the phone we both are using is the 'in' thing. More like, 2000-and-late's iPhone. No, I'm not talking about Nokia 5110 here. I'm way younger, I had that phone when I was in fourth grade! It was a colored polyphonic and MMS capable phone).

Dang. One big heartache. He was a jerk and I believed him.

Things aren't really going according to my plans. I didn't dream too hard.

And the rest as everyone say is history. (which is funny because it happened in history class)

We're still friends, though. After months of hurting each other in two of our classmates' expense whom we had rebound relationships with, we still became friends. Not best of friends but at least, civil enough for the both of us to send random text messages once in a while and crack jokes or poke fun at each other every time we meet.

Come to think about it, I regret nothing. And seriously, I believe that our tiny love story ended the way it should be, not too tragic, not too cheesy - just right.

One short love story.
Hundreds of lesson learned.
Thousands of memories.

And now, I'm closing this chapter of my life like the way we started...

by glancing back.

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