Just like the lyrics in the song Double Take;
"In the midst of the crowd.
In the shape of the clouds.
I don't see nobody but you."
Kaya kitang hanapin sa lupon ng mga tao. Ilang kilometro man ang layo ko sayo, kaya kitang makita. Ewan ko ba ang dali mo lang hanapin para sa akin. Madali kang mahanap ng mata ko. Nakabisado ko na nga kung paano ang iyung tindig. Kung paano ka kumilos bilang ikaw. Kung paano naniningkit ang iyung mga mata sa tuwing ang matamis mong labi ay matamis na ngumingiti.
Sa tuwing bumibilis ang ihip ng hangin, kita ko kung paano dalhin ng hangin ang kulot mong buhok, pero hindi ka sigurado kung bumabagay sayo ang kulot kaya tinatakpan mo ito ng sumbrero.
"Oh, Dear! Everything suits on you. No matter what you wear. If your hair is messy curl or nah. If you wear black, white, or any color of your shirts, it all suits on you. I don't know how it happen but everything looks perfect on you"
"I swear to god! I want to marry you."
Despite the fact that I can find you in the midst of the crowd, I can't find a way to get near you. To smell your scent, to see how singkit you are when you smile, to touch how soft your curl hair is, to see how tall you are compare to me, lastly, to hear your voice, how soothing it can be.
But, the pressure of confessing on you keep on rising. I created a dump account to confess. I did confess, wanting to take another step.
Even though I confess, the distance remain so long, I still search you in the midst of the crowd.
I am the annoying one, and you'reannoyed!
I got carried away with my emotions.
Pleasing you to reject me, so you did.
I feel like, you deserve someone better than me.
Months passed. We meet again.
Ako ba ang nilingon mo nung misan tayong nagkasabay sa jeep o nilingon mo lang kung kasysa pa ba ang sampo? Ang lapit mo na e, konting ipod na lang ng mga pasahero, pero hindi ko na kayang makalapit pa.
Kahit na nakaamin ako, hindi ako sigurado kung kilala mo ba ako?
Sapat nang nahahanap kita sa gitna ng mga tao at sapat ng nakaamin ako.
It's enough.
I should wake up na. This wildest imagination and wanting can't be in reality. Were always eight meters away from each other, seperated by the crowd, carried away by the overflowing people.
I keep praying that I hope we can be together in the end. I know he hears me, but you are not for me.
Maybe that's the simple sign of god that I can't be with you, that seeing you from afar is more than enough, that that's the only thing he can do for me. That being with you is not with his plan. That you're just part of the people I have to pass by, you're just part of the crowd, and you're just one of the familiar ones that I seem to know. Nothing more. It stay's where it should be.
I must stepped back and bounce away.
Until I can no longer see him in the midst of the crowd.
