Wordless but not Speechless

Chapter 1- JC

"Late in the evening, I was scrolling down to my facebook account when I read the update;
'JC changed his profile picture'"

Hindi ko alam na friends pala kami sa facebook kasi I barely see any notifications or updates about him kaya lihim na sinubaybayan ko siya pero profile picture lang ang nakita ko. Nothing else. I was looking at his photo- a very simple photo. He was just sitting and wearing a straight face, parang nagpa 1x1 picture lang na slightly nasa ibaba and camera at naka bow down yung ulo nya. He is not smiling nor seeing any expression. Based from the photo, it seems that he accidentally open his front cam and took a picture at napag tripan nya lang to changed his profile picture. I'm smiling. :)

I was 9 years old when i met him. We were friends and classmates. He's fair and often have a face towel with him. Not skinny but not chubby.

I remembered him having undercut hair style.
I remembered him being bubbly and funny.
I remembered how girls were so comfortable with his presence.
I remembered how boys treated him like a trash and bullied him because he seems gay.
I remembered how he is not minding how other boys treat him. At a young age, he knows who he was. He is a man. A true gentleman.

He teases me a lot.
He made jokes a lot.
He always offer to write down notes on my notebook since I am the teacher's favorite student chalk.
He doesn't sweat a lot but the way he wipe his face towel to his forehead down to his chin was so charming and cute.
He's innocent so am I.

I admire him by defending me behind my back when boys teases my curly hair.
I admire him when he glared hard to our classmates who laughed at my wrong math answers.
I admire how he get frenetic every time he loses his face towel.
I admire how clean and keen he is on his things.
I admire how big his hand writings are.                                                                                                                        I admire how neat he is. 

I admire every little thing of him.

But we parted are ways when we turn 10. Six years after, I saw him again today through social media. He's not active but there are few photos of him. He is still wearing his signature undercut hair style. He grew taller. His face got slimmer. He is wearing eyeglasses. He has small pimples around his cheeks. He got tanned.

He changed a lot physically. He became more mature and manly. Pero kahit ganun, I know that  we don't know each other anymore. 

But...

I can't help it.
I can't help admiring him still.
I can't help admiring a man who was once my friend.

Then I clicked the 'like button' and went to bed reminiscing our childhood, smiling.