I was noticing you from a far. Girls were after me, I never showed interest and that will remain. No one told me that replying to a "Hi" or a complement meant starting to like someone. They didn't know that despite your very aloof tendencies, I fell for the girl who was strolling the campus grounds alone, who made studying a pastime, who participated in class like it was fighting for her rights as a citizen, who was headstrong, and who believed that silence was deadlier than that of a blabber mouth. I oftentimes picture myself into your world. How would it feel filling the lone zone. How great would it be to hear your intelligent insights to things. How studying could be breather cause you'll be there. How life would have been brighter knowing someone as mysterious as you would unravel her world before my eyes as I marvel at the mere sight of your cute squinting eyes and genuine smile. If only I could tell you that, if only I could.
My friends caught me following you as you made strides to a cafe we were chilling at. I was listening ardently as to hear even just bits about you. As you went to the counter, the cashier seemed unsurprised by your visit, she asked you if you wanted the usual, and you nodded with smile. From that I saw a glimpse of a girl much enjoyable than the wallflower everyone talked about. You went to the empty couch just across the couch my friends and I were in, you sat down, rummaged through your bag, carefully placed your teal cased IPad and swept the place with your smiling eyes. I looked away because I was terrified you'll think I was ogling at you. You started swiping your IPad, you smiled at something, then, your eyes showed of glee and you quickly took your earpods and placed them artfully in your ears. I didn't have a clue what you were looking at or listening to but I was like a crazed fan who smile to things that made you happy. One of my mates broke my reverie, "Looks like we have seen a flower to pick right there pal!" He joked and I quickly bantered, "Nah. Its just a crush and I don't think she'll fall for a jerk like me." He just grinned at me and told me, "Well, if you won't make a move then we should get going because we might be late for class."
Watching you from a far became an enjoyable sight. That went on for a semester, I had a crush on you for the whole three months and I didn't make a single move. Very unlikely of me but it was alright, my friends know how you captured my attention and even if you barely know me. I was overjoyed when I learned that we'll be classmates in a minor subject the next semester. When we got to be in class together, I noticed something, you're a chameleon. You love blending in, when in fact I believe you have to shine. You were a geek-yes but you also chit chat with the others once in a while. I was too chickened out to approach you and introduce myself. But at least now, I know your name. Leandra Amity Kendricka. Our classmates call you Leandra but I believe you deserved the name Amity more. Three weeks have passed and we have shared a few smiles and hellos.
It was a Monday after the midterms and I just thanked the Gods for a lucky day. You were running late and the only seat vacant in class was a window seat beside me. You had no choice but to take a seat just before our professor came in. You smiled briefly and I to you too. Our professors gave us our grades and told us about the term paper to be passed. And hell yes, it was my lucky day, we have to pair with the person seated to us and it only meant one thing, you were going to be paired with me.
Two months have passed and because of the term paper, I got to know you better-all in your beautiful angles. We finished our paper earlier than the deadline so I invited you over for dinner to celebrate. You obliged and we had a great night. All hell may break lose but you must already know about my feelings for you. I drove you back to your dorm and breathed in all the courage I could get. I opened your door and walked you to the patio. "You know Amity..." I said. "Ugh. Stop calling me Amity!" you said while giggling. I chuckled and replied, "ever since the first term, I wanted to know so much of you. In a linear plane, you are the "y" and I could be the "x" you know." You only smiled, kissed me in the cheeks and got inside.
I wasn't able to sleep that night. So i wrote you a poem. The next day in out Literature Class, much to everone's amusement, I volunteered to present a poem.
" You are the why that kept me asking
You are the why that kept from sleeping
You are the why that blended
You are the why that kept me awed.
You blended in the environment
Like a chameleon in torment
But to me you will always stand out,
Cause you're my chameleon.
You are the "y" and I am the "x"
Stop blending in my chameleon."
Everyone cheered on me, but I only searched for your eyes, and when I saw those two brown orbs glinting and that smile on your face... Damn. You really caught me chameleon.
