Monday, July 04, 2005

I remember…

…how much I wanted to touch your shiny hair and feel its texture with my fingers.

…how I hung on to your every word. I especially liked the way how you pronounced the word “exhausted.”

…how I’d stop breathing when your inches away from me and how uncomfortable I’d get when we’re seating beside each other.

…how I’d come up with the silliest excuses to be alone with you yet when I have you by myself my brain would cease to operate.

…how I never contradicted you with anything.

…how I was never able to meet your eyes.

…how I was so proud of your achievements.

…how I secretly but absolutely loathed the girl you had a crush on. If I had known Helga Pataki at that time, I would’ve devised a way to make Little Miss Perfect fall off the stairs, slip “accidentally” on the floor, or better yet, shear off her straight, shiny hair.

…the books you liked to read after classes and the brand of the chocolate drink you loved.

…how I used to call you at home, then after a few rings hang up. Or wait till you say "hello" and then hang up.

...how I could never meet your eyes.

…how I made my friends promise never to tease me about this. It worked, nobody knew… well except for you. I know you sensed what I felt for you.

…how I made a complete, utter fool of myself.

There are so many more things I remember about you. Things that I long to enumerate but I deem most inappropriate for Blogger. Then there are also things that I have forgotten, stuff that came rushing back as soon as I saw you again. Oh Lord, I’m in trouble.

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Monday, July 04, 2005

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