7 Years

Perfectly Imperfect

HER PERSPECTIVE

He's perfect.

There's just something about his eyes whenever he laughes or smiles.
His smile so contagious that you can just
fall
in
love
with it.
His face is just
UGHHH
something i cannot call 'mine.'
So many girls know him.
He's known for being a 'ladies' man'
and i can tell for sure that i'm not the only one who sees him in the way i do.

Plus,
There are prettier girls,
Smarter ones,
Better ones
For him
Than me.
These are all pure facts.

Seriously, if he was a drug, i'd
overdose.
If he were food, i'd be
obese.
If he were water,
Boy,
would i drown myself.

Not convinced by his overall sexiness?
It's the fact that he has the ability to make you happy, even when he's not happy himself.
I know,
He tries to hide it,
But i can see it in his eyes.
It's like, he would never give up on you,
But he's given up on himself.
He's a supporter who feels as if no one's supporting him.
However,
He's wrong.

But i love how he makes everyone smile.

Right now, he's playing with some kids at the children's ward in St. David's general hospital.
Picking them up so gently yet so playfully.
Tickling them to death.
Making them cry with laughter.

But also,

He spilt a little orange juice over his white t-shirt.
His hair a little scruffy from when a little girl was rubbing her hands all over it.
His eyes dark and baggy yet he still continues to play with them.

Perfectly imperfect, i meant.

HIS PERSPECTIVE

She's perfect.

I love the way she laughs.
I love the way she uses her hand to cover her mouth
And the way she throws her head back,
And how the way her long, straight coal-black hair softly flows behind her and
the best part?
Her eyes chink-up ever so cutely.

But she's 16.

Right now, she's sitting with the elders at the hospital we both volunteered to work in.
Together.
Just the two of us.
She's laughing,
Forget that,
Snorting
because one of the patients made a joke about Harambe.
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She loves to be right.
She isn't obsessed with the spotlight.
Odd thing with her is
She can either be a
hufflepuff
or a
slytherin.

And before she hugs anyone she always makes it awkward.
Specially if it's a guy.
I can't help but get jealous.
And all i can do is laugh.

I can't do anything but laugh, because she's
Not mine.
And she never will be.

I'm her "manong" right?

She's always called me that,
until last night.

"Please don't lie to me, J-Jay,"

I smile at the thought of her calling me by just my first name.

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Diadema.
Spanish for 'crown' or 'tiara'.
But for some reason we call her D.
Ha.
_
Wonder what our ship name would be?
JayD?
Diaday?
Jayema?
Cute names for our kids, huh?

WAIT WHAT .

I'm thinking of such nonsense.
It's not possible.
She wouldn't like someone like me.
Some old, nasty and hopeless someone like me.
Maybe i'm on my man-period or something because i feel horny but i'm not actually feeling that type of horny ygm.
More like,
I need comfort food asap before my mind explodes.
Food horny, i guess.

She's perfect, and i'm not.
Put us together, and we're..