Your guitar lesson’s good. Every strum strikes directly thru my heart. I can feel it.. I first saw you in a concrete seemed-to-be-chair in the school’s catwalk beside a faucet. A skinny guy as anyone could ever imagine. I’m pond of watching over your every move through a window, the only thing that separates us. I wanted to approach you, talk to you..to know you…but what can a transferee from Manila could do to make a good impression from a barrio guy? He’ll might think that I’m liberated approaching a guy I like. Am I that obvious or has my delusions eat me up that alarms every Equus ferus caballus outta my chest everytime you smiled at me? The ending?
I’m left overwhelmed. Star strucked. I looked at the gym and I saw you yesterday playing basketball and now? Volleyball. And who says sporty guys are academic dumps? You’re one of a kind. Though you’re a second achiever, that’s quite or should I say, an achiever in any sense. But oh, there’s no such thing as a perfect
being (thank God you got a single foible) and it’s just a pint of a turn off.. Your, uhm, 80’s fashion. It doesn’t look good. But nevertheless, you’re a God.. almost..
It’s been five years and heard nothing about you. Then I met FB. My reliable source and been quite a good friend in anonymously finding long lost
lust love. Improved buff biceps. hmmm.. Now the question is, should I add you or one of our common friends to suggest me up to you? lol. I’m insane. And one thing’s for sure. I’m not giving up. Not until I want to.