I still remember the very first time I had a proper encounter with you; it was on a Thursday night after our short class in Logic when I was heading to the main stairs, looking for my new found friends to back me up with my PE attire against the chances of me being scolded by the guards about the uniform policy. You were walking with a friend at that moment and I was just supposed to carry on when you suddenly smiled and bade me goodbye. I was obviously puzzled at that moment but I replied and attempted to look as if there wasn’t a pandemonium of butterflies inside my stomach. You see, though we were in the same class, I never expected to have any involvement with you other than the possibilities of us being grouped together in a future activity in where you would hand me glue and never talk to me like ever. Never did I think I had the chance to know the one my eyes had been very fond of since the very first day; not since I mouthed you the wrong answer when our Prof asked you about a certain question about a certain point a line lies in the Cartesian plane; I never really thought you had the intentions of knowing me after that little misfortune in calculus class. But you did.
We had our little talks even when I try not to sound too interested to mask the giddiness I felt whenever I was around you. I had to keep my cool to not bring awkwardness and maintain the new friendship. But I won’t deny I almost felt hopeful when you sat with me at the back of the classroom during our not-so-favorite subject. And when we were at a friend’s house and you found out about Michael Buble’s Everything in my phone’s playlist and how we sang with it like its our secret song. Or was I the only one who gave it a special something? Well, who was I kidding anyway, I would never have a chance with your cute boyish smile and smoldering glances. I planted my feet strongly on the ground to not get swept away.
I was getting used to it even during our classes ended. On the future scenarios, I imagined that my eyes will still be doting on to you even when we would pass by on each other on the hallways and then you’d smile at me, but no, as dramatic as it sounds, fate is too selfish to let me be friends with you. Or was it me and my clumsy hands? Lucky I was that you took my evaluation for me and I was able to enroll myself this semester, but a mischief to you when we found out I was the reason why you lack a grade in a certain subject because I happen to forget to write your name, you of all people, in a project you worked so hard to finish. Such an epic little mishap and for long it would be in my conscience. I apologized and sent you a text message but I clearly understood how it went. Now I bade for your sweet smile and our little talks and my small hope and the earned friendship. Funny how we were brought to where the story really started--your misfortune and my embarrassment.
-geianne
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