You're Beautiful

Strip 2: He Is

Another lonely day, the first thing that I do? Check my phone of course. Rather, check for your message.

No New Messages

I was disappointed but that's just how you are. The good thing is- I'm getting used to it. The problem is- my progress is too slow.

Everything I do afterwards are just routines I am getting bored of- take a bath, get dressed with some decent clothes, eat, brush my teeth, get money, and leave home for summer class, listen til 5pm, ride on a jeepney for home, prepare dinner, eat, wash dishes, then go to sleep.

Sometimes I would daydream in the middle of the class for you to show up and kidnap me.  .  .   .     .       .          .            .

kidding!XD That would be a lovely idea but believe me, I care for my future and yours more than I seem to show.

Today's schedule is whole day English and although i know i am not that much of a sucker at it nor do i stand out but I just honestly find the subject boring.

Just when the teacher gave us the whole morning to make essays with the guidance of our lessons (verbs and all those agreement, @.@), this day couldn't get any boring. I am not inspired at all! What do i write?

While others were at it, even skipping lunch for it, no, I am not gonna skip lunch for this shit.

Lunch passed too soon and now I'm back on my table scratching my scalp hoping for something to sink in but holy crap! 5 minutes before one and I'll be damned. Trust me, if you came from a well known school and be placed together with students from schools you never knew existed, you can act all you want that they don't intimidate you but they do! and there's no way you'll allow them to see you messed up, especially not in English class.

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"Any volunteers? Who wants to read their essay?"

A smile crossed my face.

and I raced my hand.

With a deep breath I read my essay. An essay I know very well. An essay that I could  close my eyes to and just talk to these people like eating lasagna at Sbarro and saying how delicious it is.

"Everyday testing my patience , challenging my view on things, making me scratch my head every now and then, making my eyebrows meet and clenching my fist -quite a grand entrance he would make everyday."

I have everybody's attention but my mind is floating, being taken by my words from my essay, being taken back to the memories.

"With an average height and a thin build, he was no more than normal. He would talk with a volume comparable to that of a megaphone. He would get nervous when presenting something up on stage or in front of an audience, especially fliptops and orations. He would get o.a. with his neon green shoes and his reaction is priceless when someone unintentionally steps on them. He would get excited answering a hard problem when he's so close to finding the answer and the teacher would tease him. not to mention that everyone's finally acknowledging his skills-that made me so proud of him. "

I took a deep breath. Glanced at everyone who are now wondering, curious of who I am talking about.

I smiled.

"I liked how he'd play basketball and how his hands would sway and when he'd jump for a shot. I liked it when he'd lie down on the bleachers and start playing the guitar. It was really cool. He'd close his eyes and start humming. He would get conscious with an all green outfit so he'd try to wear a non green shirt to pair with his neon green shoes and green behemoth shorts.

So I take it back. He was actually more than normal. He was more than normal to me. He was the tactless, spoiled, plan breaker, grammar Nazi who was undeniably weird and would get random too often. With his grand entrances, unpredictable moves and too fast exit, he taught me patience and perseverance. and helped me build a stronger foundation of myself."

I closed my eyes. Imagining him in front of me. listening, smiling to every word I say, realizing how beautiful he is to me.

"Childish they said, and childish he was I agreed. It's always been a mystery how he made me so conscious back then of my very own existence."

And once again, I smiled.

He has saved me again.

and in imagination, he smiled back at me.