Our relationship started as a cliché type of romance. We started as schoolmates, turned into classmates, then into seatmates.
We don't talk much, we basically do our own stuff. But, I want to change it because I don't want to be uneasy around others, especially to my seatmate.
It was the plan, to be a friend or a companion so that my school year wouldn't be that awkward.
Next morning, I greeted you "good morning" you look up to me and said "hi, good morning" then you smiled.
I smiled in return.
Every period until the last class. Our stranger kind of thing basically, leveled up.
Every day we greeted each other and always ends with good bye.
Then, the President in our class announced we don't have any subject for that day and we are allowed to do whatever we want.
Since, i'm a shy potato as ever, I ended up doing the activities so I won't have any problems catching up.
Your friends went to you and shoved them away "i'll get this finish then we'll hang out" is what you said to them
Then they were off.
I finished half of the projects that would be submitted the other day. So, I stopped and clean the messed I made in my desk.
Then, I took out a book, cause I love reading.
"You like reading?" I startled but not that obvious.
"Yes. And you?" I asked back.
"Not really. I'm into games."
Then the conversation continued. I never got to read my book that day.
Until the bell rang, meaning we have to go home.
Then late night, I was up to my account scrolling, scrolling, refresh, like, and share.
Until I got tired of doing the same thing, your name pop out.
We chatted non-stop. It was over whelming. You're a funny guy, kind, and responsible.
Everyday we talk, even if there is a subject teacher, and sometimes we got scolded, but we laugh it off, quietly. We teased each other, laugh, talk and talk.
As if we never got tired from each other.
Then, our graduation came. I want to take a photo of you, but you're out of sight. I felt annoyed and sad.
I went to the rooftop and watched people taking pictures with their friends. I just didn't feel there's a need to take a picture of my friends and me, because I wanted to take a picture for the both of us.
As I was leaving the rooftop, cause people are leaving one by one.
"I don't want to ruin my graduation, just because of him." I thought to myself.
I suddenly bumped in to you.
My heart was containing mixed emotions, when I saw you.
I sat on the staircase as I was waiting for you to catch your breath.
Then you sat beside me.
"I'm not going to talk to him, I thought he got home, not even saying good bye." Thoughts.
"Hey. It's graduation. Congratulations!" You said and I looked at you.
Your smiling brightly.
Is it possible to think that you're cute when you smile?
"Yeah. Congratulations to you, too." I turned away.
"I have something to say."
I got curious so I turned to look at you again.
Oh god!
I did fall for him. Why did I just think of it now? Oh, well. I don't care. It's too late anyway.
"The thing is, I like you."
I got shocked and you turned away ignoring my gaze.
"Like as a friend?" I fired back. I wanted to make sure and I don't want to assume.
You started laughing, but then you stared into my eyes.
"Not as a friend. More than that."
I got shy, so I stand up.
"Let's go. Our parents might be looking for us."
You suddenly hold my hand, so I got stopped from taking a step.
Then I felt a cold thing on my hand, it was a bracelet.
"It's my gift for you. Hope you liked it."
Then I felt the need to hug you, so I did.
I cried and you're there patting my head, telling me everything's gonna be all right.
I stopped crying and smack you in your chest. You laughed again.
I dried my tears, cause I'll know you'll never be there when I cry again.
"Let's take a picture!" I rant and you smiled.
"I love you."
You whispered in my ear. But I didn't respond back. It was shocking and I don't really know about that stuff.
The graduation had ended, and so did our conversation.
After graduation, we used to talk a lot. But as time goes by, your time becomes lesser and lesser until it stopped.
I know it would come to this, but I got high hopes that you'll be with me.
If I responded that I love him, would everything change?
I'm still hoping that you'll come back and we'll have our good times together again, and our relationship would continue.
But you're not replying to my messages, so what's the use?
I'm used to this pain.
This pain would get tired of me, somehow. And so does my body.
I still wore the bracelet you gave me.
But all I wanted to say, even if it's too late is . . .
"I love you, too."
