This is more of a list, actually.
Ten Ways to Getting Over Ryann
1. I shall stop STARING AT HIM. Because the more I stare, the more his lips gets even sexier. His eyes, oh goodness, are always shining and shimmering like those sparkly dresses I saw on ETC.
2. I shall stop LAUGHING AT HIS JOKES. Because when he laughs with me, it’s like our laughter is in rhythm and somehow, like a haphazardly composed lyrics, it sounds more musical than anything else. It’s as if we’re the only monkeys in the jungle (like everyone else disappears from the picture for all I care.)
3. I shall stop ACKNOWLEDGING HIS PRESENCE. Like saying, “Hey, the !@#$ is here or look, he’s coming.” Because I’m getting used to his warmth, not necessarily the accidental elbow brushes. The thought of not seeing him overnight sickens me. Waiting for 8:00am the next morning isn’t fun at all. It feels like forever. Even before I walk out from the classroom, I miss him already.
4. I shall stop USING HIM AS THE TOPIC OF MY EVERY CONVO WITH MARK. Because it’s sort of lame on his part. He might bite his tongue while I’m away and nobody’s gonna take care of him if that happens. Talking about him triggers every possibility of thinking about him the entire day and I hate that. I should NOT think about him more often than usual.
5. I shall CAREFULLY TIPTOE OUT OF HIS LIFE (only if he really wants me to. this is optional). For the mean time but not completely. Because I’m not giving justice to our friendship anymore. I miss his late-at-night detours just to get me home safe, I miss the comfortable silence between us, I miss the childish exchanges of pick-up lines.
6. I shall stop ACTING LIKE A GIDDY HIGH SCHOOL GIRL WHEN HE IS APPROXIMATELY ONE INCH AWAY FROM ME. Because for God’s sake, I’m already seventeen (going on fourteen) and I’m already in college (not to mention that I’m a nursing student). I shall, at least, act more like my age and come on, it’s not good to look at a girl who is seventeen and in college, blushing and hissing like a snake because of a stupid reason: “Her crush is beside her.”
7. I shall stop POSTING RANDOM STUFFS ABOUT HIM. Because it’s doing me no good. I have this tendency to read it over and over again while my brain processes thoughts (which I shouldn’t think of, in the first place) that I could use in writing another cheesy note for him. Then, I’ll publish it online and I’ll wait and wait and wait for his comment until it never come. Pathetic and such, eh? And hello, it’s getting pretty obvious that I’m ‘into’ him. (This note has an exemption, by the way.)
8. I shall stop FLASHING HIM MY CUTEST SMILES. Because when he smiles back at me, his smile, complemented with mine, says something beautiful and I often misinterpret it as destiny or compatibility.
9. I shall stop THINKING ABOUT HIM IN MY MOST GLUTTON-IC MOMENTS. I associate him with everything I eat. Like for example, today I was eating McDo’s chocolate hot fudge that I was craving for since last week and I was like, “If he’s here with me, he’ll probably like this, too or if not, he’s going to eat me instead.” Kidding aside, I’ve never been able to pig out with him and sometimes, I guess feeding him with his favorites will be as cute as loving him. Loving him? Erase that. I mean, I can hardly eat when he’s in my thoughts. Just because, I’m worrying that he might have skip his lunch because of this and that.
10. I shall VOMIT THIS CRUSH OUT OF MY SYSTEM. Because I want to get rid of these crazy butterflies-flying-inside-my-stomach sensation when he is around. I’m taking it as a bad sign of abdominal distention. I want the feeling to be all natural and friendly, no distancing dramas and leave-me-alone glares.
