05 May 2012

Digging up old things from my closet

I just can't stop thinking about you.
I swear.

I know I haven't seen you for God knows how long, but there's just something about you that draws me in. It doesn't help that I don't know where you are now, I mean, what university you went to and what you're taking up. I just have no idea wherever in the world you are, despite most people's desire to connect with almost anyone and everyone they know, and let them know what they're up to.

But you're not like most people.

You're quiet and a wee bit shy, but I can tell that you can be brilliant if you tried. And I liked that about you. That there is this air of mystery around you and you're completely secure with who you are and you don't feel the need to be with a lot of people just to have that sense of identity.

I don't know if you remember but there was this one time that we became really close. You loved to tease me and annoy me by telling me you're best friend liked me. We all knew it was a big joke, and you were probably just making fun of how unpleassnt I looked back then. But I didn't take that against you, because spending time with you was great fun for me. We eventually became closer when our teacher asked me to change seats, which was coincidentally closer to you. And the fun just never stopped. I suddenly found myself looking forward to sitting closer to you again, even for just half an hour.

Something happened though, and for some reason, you started drifting away from me. I didn't know if it was something I did, or said, or something you started to feel, but I was definitely certain that you were putting some distance between us. At first, our conversations just became unbelievably quiet, then awkward, and then nothing.

You were gone. And I couldn't get back to those moments when we would just tease each other and laugh until our sides hurt.

Even when we were classmates for another year, you barely talked to me. Looking back, I once attempted to become closer to you again by striking up a random conversation, but apparently, my conversationalist skills were a bust.

I can't remember when the last time we talked was, and I have no idea if and when I'll ever meet you again. But I just want you to know that you made an impact in my life, and I'll always remember you for those fun and playful moments we spent, when I felt like an absolute child without a care in the world.


Well, except for you.

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