Music In My Head

Tune 2

Gorgeous

To that young man that I liked for a short period of time, this is for you.

We started as friends. You were the kindest, always polite type of a guy. And among all the guys that I've liked, you are one of the most good-looking. No kidding, anyone would fall for you.

You are everyone's type. Moreno guy, red lips, curly hair, a pair of thick eyebrows, you also smell so freakin' good. You play basketball, you are a biker, good at singing and playing guitar, and even good at academics. I couldn't ask for more.

One time, across a crowded hall, you were sitting in the corner. I caught you staring at me. I tried to avoid your gaze. But after a few minutes, you're still looking at my direction. I had to gawk back just to be sure you're really looking at me. And yeah sure, you do. I felt so conscious about how I look. Your eyes are full of adoration yet I'm still feeling shy. That is when I realised how good-looking you are.

Since we were friends before I realised that I like you, it was the most painful reminisce I've ever had. I remember everything—every humiliating thing—I did in front of you. How come I realised it too late; that I had a big fat crush on you?

One magical night, we were sitting with our friends. You were holding a guitar, strumming it gently. I was positioned opposite to you, thus we are directly facing each other. You look so charming with your black long sleeves polo that is folded three-fourths. One of our friends requested for you to sing Perfect by Ed Sheeran. And boy, you got my stomach filled with butterflies.

The session ended but you still avoided my gaze. And I hope you know how cute you are when you're shy. Days passed and we had little interactions. We both know what we feel about each other just through our exchange of glances. Unfortunately, both of us doesn't have the gut to make a move. Until, your family moved to another place.

I was sad and disappointed. Years passed and I already forgot about you. I am just existing, living my own life like I do. And after five years, you suddenly came back, and all the feelings that I thought I lost came rushing back to me.

I saw you in the same compound. I contemplated if I should greet you. But in the end, I thought to myself that I shouldn't (because I'm doubting if it's really you). I walked next to you and I was totally flabbergasted when you called my name. You remember me. You still know my name. You greeted me first. We had a small talk. It's a really short tete-a-tete yet I was smiling widely while walking home.

You are still good-looking. You gained some muscles. Still friendly and polite. You still have that sweet smell. Sadly, you already found another girl. And I would be lying if I say that I'm happy for you. Well, I guess we'll continue as friends, no more and no less.

Sometimes, no words are needed. Just looking into someone's eyes says it all.

-AikaImnida