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There was this narrow-eyed kingfisher who poked this greenhorn Pisces since sophomore. I was an innocent Swan of endeavor where I always knew that I would be enchanted forever. From the day I told my friends to ask for that phone number, Where the taciturn afternoon truly calmed the laboratory, I hid my feelings outside the window because I don't want you to see me. To oh! God, Thirteen years indeed I still remember thee, I also remember the color of that backpack, The white sheet that made you perfect walking the green line on the side of your khaki or slack. You even waited outside my classroom door, And you never failed to impress me with the comely kind of uniform that you always wore. The moment I silently fall, I guess you don't recall anymore. You didn't even see me when I did crawl, Mesmerized by your intimidating shadow, Blindfolded-like yet you're the only thing that I really wanted to know and follow. After school, we always texted one another, I initiated the first move that made my cheek touch my right shoulder, Like a cotton candy cute crazed crumpled with a screaming color, From intimidating sunny days to raining cats and dogs, Friday noon you sent a message asking me to attend school that dragged me into aloof, I felt like a feather flying with the wind that made my vane indeed waterproof. You became my northern star, Northern lights and more than everything from afar. I know I couldn't hug or touch you because what for? I couldn't even initiate a little human warmth in person by saying hi or hello. I was so invisible getting along with the flow. I was awkward enough back then trying to fit in, Even though I didn't know where you come from or where you've been. I always wanted you to be my everything, You were always there and when it comes to me you know nothing. But that's totally fine. Unwind. Everytime I see you from a distance still, everything is in sublime. Perhaps, I was just your boring high school wind, But I love the way you breathe out and breathe in. I know I was invisible in your world, Eagerly trying to send a letter for you to read, keep, and fold. I was a fool knowing only about red feels and nothing about blue cold. Every time I blink, I see your comely face and smile with a little wink. And every time I think, my pen dances around the white sheet writing your name in the boldness of indelible ink. One busy afternoon after school, When all is well and good for a stroll. I saw you walking with my best friend. It was just nothing but don't know if I could make it til the end. I can't even do anything about it for you guys are blazing populars, And I am just a daydreamer wrapped up in a cocoon, surrounded by the friendly butterflies yet I still feel like one of the loners in school. But hey, you did a great job when performing your declaiming speech out there, The stand and stare, the way you deliver your feelings I've got goosebumps that I can't even bare. You look so fine when wearing a black coat and even red or white tees. Your hair, the way your eyes shine when you smile, and even your knees. But everything continues to dive and fall without fear, Especially when we became classmates in Junior Year. I still remember your natural smell, Oh God, I'm so weird that I'm falling in love with this kind of spell. From Mondays to Friday, "You're always perfect" are the only words that I love to say. I still remember when I did everything just to watch you walk on that runway, My jaw dropped and amazed that my feelings wanted to stay. You were at that stage presenting yourself proudly and perfectly, I was in the crowd cheering and screaming my heart out knowing you'll never see me. That's the best year for me, our school's celebrating the 60th Golden Jubilee. Until I took a break, I read and laugh to fake, I study hard like a geek with my journal's pages filled out with your name just for my own sake. I even threw myself into recreational activities and extracurriculars, I kept myself busy in the past 3 summers. I even tried to ignore the feelings, But the wind always carries you back into my poetries and dreams. One night, during practice for the provincial festival. You were sitting there with shoulders and downfall. I sat beside you and asked "What's wrong?" knowing that your hand was holding a pile of stones. You started laying them into the ground and punching them which is the weirdest and saddest you've ever shown. I wanna grab your hand with all the comfort in this world. But I was afraid then, shocked by the reds at the back of your right hand like burned. I know the stories and the reasons why but I stayed there, I sat with you for seconds and minutes with the deafening silence that we don't care. I watched you punching the stones until I grabbed your right hand because I couldn't stand the pain anymore. You let me though, and we're communicating without any words but colds. Your soft hands and long fingers are shaking with all the folds. You stood up and went away without making any sound, Leaving behind this fool and a handkerchief on the ground. I kept it for days and months, Like a folded secret of a sinner hidden inside his drawer, that time will haunt him sooner or later. Finally, I gave the handkerchief back to you, Together with the letter I wrote and the stars said you're so cute even though they are few. I don't know, this fantasy is always haunting me. Especially when I see your face in crowded room with innocency. Months, days, and years passed. I still adore your photo that I knew it will last, In fact, when you're there. my days will turn into yellows and ambers that shine. It will last in my perplexed mind even though you're not mine. You're holding a red rose with your violet long sleeves, You never ever made or triggered my pet peeves. Until then, we graduated with flying hues and colors, With those ignored feelings and confessions, I tossed my cap into the stars. Hoping still with all the bruises and scars. That great kingfisher is still there, Even we don't talk anymore but I still care.
