Thursday, 20 August 2009
12:11:17 PM (GMT)
As gay as it sounds; I like it.
So, I was with Joy and Monique, right? And Michael, too. Monique and Michael were
chatting about random things so nothing unusual there. Joy was using my camera to
take a picture of - well, everything. She found him. I breathed. I told myself I'd
never like him ever again since he's graduating and doesn't know shit about me. And
I'll just steal his picture from my brother's year book since they're in the same
year. Anyway, it was one of those airless-magical moments that you wish would last. I
saw him. He didn't see me. But I was happy enough to spot him and his adorable bag.
Him and his hot damn. Damn.
The temperature was way beyond normal end of August in the Philippines. I bet it had
to do with the volcano possibly erupting. Or because Kevin was just so - hot damn.
He has the brownest eyes you'd ever see; his light brown locks were like his crown.
He looked like a prince - no, a king. Tall, lean - almost to rule the sky and prod
the sun out so he can be the sun. He's my light, that's a secret. His skin so fair
yet pale - so fragile-looking. Ha. I sound like a stalker. Maybe I am. 'Cept the only
things I know about him are; He's cute; he's a 4th year; his bags are always cute;
and his name's Kevin. That's all I know. And I don't see him often so I always take a
full minute at staring at him.
Magical moments are what I desire. Just notice me!, I used to yell in my head,
but now it's only a whisper. A quiet, giddy whisper - no longer desperate, no longer
longing. Just maybe waiting. Waiting for his eyes to lock with mine. For me to be
forever in bliss. My friends would nudge at me suggestively while eyeballing Kevin,
I'd scowl at them and tell them to shut up while trying my hardest not to let my eyes
linger on him for so long. [No, Ella, not on his ass for once xDD ]
It's funny. You know? I always have this - switch. Like, love him now - hate him
later. Hate him, love him. What the hell? But between that - there's always this
affectionate little voice telling me to shut up and listen to it as it babbles on
nonsense. I ignored it as always; I'm used to the switch. Love doesn't necessarily
mean just partners. It also means friendship and family. I devote most of my love to
my family and friends - because they deserved it. For the ones I love as in
love-love, well, they haven't shown me shit. But whatever; love is complex, it's true
because we learn from the difficult times. Love hurts, it's true because you need to
make sacrifices. Love is wonderful, need I explain? And - love is magical.
Yes, I am a hopeless romantic.
Whatcha' gonna do?