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Saturday, December 18, 2004

change of plans. we were supposed to go home this sunday still, but we're home already. alas the whole family is now complete.=)

i want to blog about yesterday. i saw him again. my first love. when i laid my eyes on him again, i felt..happy. i texted him first and we agreed to meet at the gate of his school. actually i was there in ateneo because i brought something for his mom. cyril accompanied me. we also caught up with our old schoolmates who are currently studying there. i only had little time to spare because i still needed to go to the Department of Tourism office to get the travel tax exemption certificate, and then rush to the airport to fetch my sister. initially i didn't have any plans of meeting up with him. but when i was about to leave, his mother texted me to thank me for the brownies, and she also told me to text him so we'd see each other again. then i thought, yeah why not? so i did. and i'm glad i did.

i was walking towards the gate where we agreed to meet, and i already saw him from a distance. i was walking towards him, smiling. he was smiling too. seemed like the good old days. i wished it were still the good old days. i was drawn to his eyes, and for a moment it felt like he was still mine. and then reality sunk in. we said our petty hellos, i said where i was going...why i was leaving so soon...you know, we chatted for a while like long lost friends. yeah, the operative word: friends.

when i really had to leave already, i longed to hold his hand. longed to feel again what it was like, when we were still together. not that i have already forgotten. but i didn't want to make the first move. so, nothing happened. we bid adieu, and as i went to the guard to get my ID, i turned to have a last glance at him before leaving. he was already walking towards his school building.

i miss him.





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