When we were younger,
I used to dream about you.
I used to admire you.
I used to think about us getting close.
You to noticed me, and or just gazed into my side.
But you never seemed to like me, for I was a typical elementary girl then who loves to play Chinese garter, paper dolls, and jack and stone. Never minding the world around me, nor the lady’s stuff which some of our classmates does at an early age.
Maybe that’s the reason why I never caught your attention. I’m not a stunner then. For I am not the type of girl you want your friends to tease with you. I was nobody then in short. We still see each other not so often after graduation. But just like that, you still had that look on me _ an ordinary acquaintance. Years passed and with me was the notion that I’m not your kind of girl. And that you were not going to like someone like me_ ever! Not until that get together night.
After so many years we had the chance of talking alone, but just the usual conversation of a long time-no-see classmates. About the life we have had, our experiences, the things that surprisingly we have in common. About some people who are special to us.
It was way past midnight yet neither one of us wanted to go to call it a day though there’s none we could talked about. We almost talked about anything and everything. Then to my surprised, you took my hand, kissed it, and I’m shocked! And suddenly, you began talking about you watching me all night, that I’ve changed a lot, that I am pretty, that you’re beginning to like me.
I didn’t know what to say. But that night while holding my hand, my memories of dreaming of you flashed back. All along I thought it was gone. The feeling that I had once kept in my childish heart – it rushed all back again. Call it foolishness, but no ones going to buy what you have said but I did. You even asked me to hug you.
The whole night I let my feelings moved me. I let my ears listen to your sweet revelation though I didn’t know if you just made it all up, though I didn’t know if you just took advantage of us being alone, in the still of the night. For not one of us can deny that it was indeed a very romantic evening… the rain… the cool breeze… its perfect.
All I knew was that the feeling that was once suppressed was given life even for a night.
.
.
I used to dream about you.
I used to admire you.
I used to think about us getting close.
You to noticed me, and or just gazed into my side.
But you never seemed to like me, for I was a typical elementary girl then who loves to play Chinese garter, paper dolls, and jack and stone. Never minding the world around me, nor the lady’s stuff which some of our classmates does at an early age.
Maybe that’s the reason why I never caught your attention. I’m not a stunner then. For I am not the type of girl you want your friends to tease with you. I was nobody then in short. We still see each other not so often after graduation. But just like that, you still had that look on me _ an ordinary acquaintance. Years passed and with me was the notion that I’m not your kind of girl. And that you were not going to like someone like me_ ever! Not until that get together night.
After so many years we had the chance of talking alone, but just the usual conversation of a long time-no-see classmates. About the life we have had, our experiences, the things that surprisingly we have in common. About some people who are special to us.
It was way past midnight yet neither one of us wanted to go to call it a day though there’s none we could talked about. We almost talked about anything and everything. Then to my surprised, you took my hand, kissed it, and I’m shocked! And suddenly, you began talking about you watching me all night, that I’ve changed a lot, that I am pretty, that you’re beginning to like me.
I didn’t know what to say. But that night while holding my hand, my memories of dreaming of you flashed back. All along I thought it was gone. The feeling that I had once kept in my childish heart – it rushed all back again. Call it foolishness, but no ones going to buy what you have said but I did. You even asked me to hug you.
The whole night I let my feelings moved me. I let my ears listen to your sweet revelation though I didn’t know if you just made it all up, though I didn’t know if you just took advantage of us being alone, in the still of the night. For not one of us can deny that it was indeed a very romantic evening… the rain… the cool breeze… its perfect.
All I knew was that the feeling that was once suppressed was given life even for a night.
.
.
