enmagines

jay: in every melody

Park Jeongseong still looks like the melody of my favorite I used to hum in class when I find the lesson too boring. That song reminds me of him.

Bawat tingin

I miss that feeling of secretly peeking at him when I find nothing to look at. The times I would catch him looking back at me and raising an eyebrow or doing a thumbs up to signal me his question which was either "are you okay?" or "do you need anything?" -- Even with just one look, I start to admire him again. Every time I see his eyes looking directly at mine, I immediately know how he's feeling. Why are your eyes so beautiful? It's the most charming pair of eyes to be laid on mine.

Bawat ngiti

Your smile. That smile. When you smile, it's usually not at me. One thing I realized was that you actually never smiled at me. It was the laughs that we shared, not a single 'just a smile' unless it was for pictures.

Bawat kuha

The camera clicks I hear that shutter every time I am with you. The many photobooth strips with our friends that I hung up in my study table. These funny selfies I have with you in my phone. Those candid photos we have while running because we were late to get our favorite candy from the lower levels' canteen. You filming the random moments we shared when trying something new. The polaroid photo in your phone and wallet. My stolen pretty pictures in your phone whenever I came to your family's resthouse. When will you ask me which picture of mine is my fave again?

Bawat piyesa

My love I miss your music. I miss how it made us connect. I miss the playlists you played that made me feel all the sparks I needed to feel just to make myself sure that I actually do like you. I miss the moments you reminded me of corny love songs that used to make me wonder and cringe how it felt like. I miss how sad songs were the last thing I thought of when you were brought up. I will always end up loving the fact that my heart races when some highschool hallway song reminds me of you. I can't wait to hear you sing again.

When everyone actually thought we were together and I had to explain to every single one of them that we weren't because we were just friends. They were all guessing and asking. Everyone observed those small gestures you do just for me. 

But even if your pretty eyes are the only thing clear to me, I still miss you. I miss us. I miss our friendship. I miss feeling like your bestfriend. I miss it when you show me the random shit that remind you of me. I miss it when you show me what you bought, what you ate. I miss you waking me up and making sure I slept properly the night before. I miss it when your sisters would tell me to come with them. I miss the times you will let me hear your playlist by writing it down on paper and passing it onto my jacket's pocket. I miss how I could go for over 30 minutes telling my mom about every single interaction and glance I get from you. I even miss the times we were both confused about us. I miss our era.

Bakit pabago-bago?

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@ 10:30

kailangan mo daw bang lumayo? my mom's asking, since she doesn't hear my stories about you anymore