Things I Wanted To Tell You

Saw You Again

I was just imagining that what if I see you, what would my reaction be? Will I treat you the same? Will I escape from you?

But when I actually saw you, I asked myself, I have been so down yesterday and today, Is this God's idea of telling me not to give up?

I knew it was you, because I have memorized the way you dressed. Those polo shirts that showcase your biceps and those summer shorts. Plus your cool motorbike. I knew it was you. But I needed seconds to compose myself. That's why I went to the other direction. I hid and asked my Grandma, is it him Inay?

I treated you the same, my very best friend. I saw you with your mom. Did you see how I blushed? Did you felt how my heart skip a beat when you tell me not to cross because there's still a vehicle?

Did you see how excited I was when I ran to you?

And when we parted ways, I was stopped by someone asking me questions, when I looked at your direction, you were looking at us. Are you making sure I was safe? How come those sweet nothings meant everything to me?

I thought that when I see you, I'll be able to freely let you go. But the opposite happened.

Now, I know in myself, I will be thinking of you more often that I do now. And that sucks a lot hon, that sucks.