Him?
Well, he wasn't the perfect guy I hoped for. He's scrawny, his skin isn't flawless, his eyes aren't that dreamy, and he doesn't stand out that much. He was just a simple guy.
He was just a random person I've encountered, a classmate he was. I used to look at him and say "There's no hope of me and him to be close".
I've never bothered either.
Even tho I said those words, I still yearn to build a friendship with him. I was confused why, why I rather sit beside him in our lunch table than with our other friends, or why of all people I stretched my hand out to him or why I rather go together with him when our group disperses.
Then I realised, I was falling for him.
I kept on thinking "When did I start liking you?"
Then I recalled the small gestures he made. Those times when he waits for me when we walk down the hallway so that I won't be left behind or when he smiles that boyish smile of his or when he cares about my welfare and truly appreciates me for who I really am.
He didn't fit to my standards, no not one bit, but his smile is what had draw me into him.
Yes, he is scrawny but those scrawny arms holds great strength.
Yes, his skin isn't flawless but that's part of his charm.
Yes, he doesn't have dreamy eyes that every girl wishes but those eyes of his shows his determination in fulfilling his goals.
His smile is wonderful, that you can't help but to smile too.
Simple guy he was and yet he made a big impact on me, creating a space for him in my heart.
But, what do I like about him?
I like the way his face turns deep red when he's embarrassed or when he lies.
I like his determination, his eagerness, and his passion.
I like his patience, sense of respect, and his timidness.
I like the way he smiles.
And I like him for who he really is and I hope to thank him someday for being my inspiration,
for cheering me up when I feel down and for being a good friend to me.
