To The Guy I Met Again
Seeing you after three years of being apart made my heart jump. I saw you wandering in the campus without company so I offered you mine. Gladly, you accepted it. It wasn't because the place was foreign to you but it has been three years since you transferred to another school. It wasn't because you didn't know anyone; there were still some familiar faces you recognize around. Maybe I just wanted to be with you that night and I finally found the chance. And that night, we wandered together.
We said "Na-miss talaga kita" like it was normal to us before. I remember the times that I would shout (or maybe I just really got a loud voice and you're exaggerating) and you'd just shake your head in disapproval. There were times when I run in the waiting area playing with our bus mates shouting "tag me!" and you'd hold my arms to stop me from running around like a child. Do you still remember how I teased you whenever you neatly fold your handkerchief but you'd crumple it back into your pocket? I never thought that three years later, when we'd finally see each other again, we'd be talking so loud over the roaring engines of the rides at our fair, running and chasing each other in the sea of people, and holding hands as we get lost in the crowd. It surprised me, how we treated each other like this. You just held my hand and then, I held it tighter. You threw your arm over my shoulders and I hooked my finger in the loop of your belt. When did we ever become close like this?
When did we ever become close like this?
On that night, you made me see different sides of you: the cool kid, the chill one, your brotherly side, and also your vulnerable side. Among all those sides of you, your vulnerability got me—probably that's what all girls ever wanted to see. It touched my heart but at the same time, made me laugh. You told me you got into an accident not long ago, and that your mom embraced you so tight you might choke and die. But that's not it. You actually said you want it to happen for the second time to receive that kind of hug from your mom again. You kept your face sincere whilst being hilarious. I laughed and you continued convincing me you really wishes that to happen again.
The same question I’ve been dreading to ask finally popped. But it was from you. You asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend already?" I looked down and told you that I didn't have one. That's when I returned your question, "Do you have a girlfriend?" You said that you don't but that you're actually pining for another girl. I told you it is nice. It really is. Though you said, you didn't want to make it official with her; you aren't ready yet. And maybe that put my hopes up high.
I was waiting for you all those years we've been apart. Even if I didn't know why I was longing for you, I did. My heart really did leap in excitement as I saw you walking alone that night. Tonight, you told me you blew your chance with her. I even had the courage in me to tell you to try harder. You just brushed off the topic and moved onto the next. You asked me how I was doing and if my jogging-buddy position has already been filled. I told you no. And you asked me to jog with you every day this summer. And maybe that put my hopes up even higher.
To the guy I met again, I am looking forward to this upcoming summer—to spending more time with you. To meeting you every day, again and again.