nang si popoy ay lumangoy sa aking hypothalamus gland

I stopped purposely looking for your face in the crowd everywhere I go. Sometimes I do take a peek…force of habit I guess. I haven’t been able to shake it off yet. You opened a switch inside me that I still haven’t figured out how to close. Maybe I have an inborn radar, tuned and locked in precisely to your face, body shape, and even shadow. Or when it comes to you, an arcane sharpness envelopes and powers my eyes at exactly the moment you are passing by. I always see you.

I always see you in my dreams and nightmares. No wonder why I can’t forget the way you walk and the way you smile… I can’t forget the shadow of your hair and your whole body. I desperately wanted to see you again, not just to stare at you and remember you as you, but to have a conversation on who the real you is. I was like stunned when i first saw you. You may not be that prince charming every princesses wished for. (Let’s be real.) I mean.. You got the looks, maybe… but. but not the looks every princesses search for. Maybe it’s your smile. yes! those pearly teeth…they give you such charisma which really captivate me. Your hair– the unique and unbothered strands of your black hair…they seem to be very familiar. Maybe i have seen you when i was a child, or perhaps in my past life. I also thought of myself that i might have passed you by or rather, we have passed- by each other already…something really to that effect. Maybe I’m just an acquaintance to you– an unknown friend per se, and maybe a stranger who doesn’t know you locally…but seemingly liked you already.

You are so strange and unpredictable(just like me). Conversing with you is so easy, maybe because you certainly used to handle a conversation with a stranger like me. Everytime i converse with you, i try to make it happy and not boring, not to please you, but to let you know that i am really happy and satisfied just to be with you. Everytime we get a chance to talk to each other non-verbally, i always save those conversations no matter how dull it is… With those “haha’s” you’re always sending, i am greatly filled with irradicating butterflies in my tummy. I am really captured by you.  And, I love this feeling.

Midnight melodies are nonetheless the trend since i knew you. They unravel my thoughts and really giggle and tremble me everytime you send a message– playing in my head those midnight melodies. You’re always in my dreams. It seems that you won’t escape in my dream labyrinth…

One night, i dreamt of you. I texted an evening message, just the common message and then in return, you sent me the sweetest message, which for others it is just void, saying… “i already missed you, why are you not keeping in touch lately?” I was so happy that night. I checked on my phone browsing on the message that he had just sent me…then i said to myself, “dreams again? well, at least in my dreams all is possible. pwde na ring pagtyagaan.” (then i smiled.)

I don’t know. I am already satisfied with this kind of connection between that special person. I should be thankful because there are no poisoned apples, glass shoes nor evil sisters involved. And in this cheesy love story, there is this somewhat sleeping beauty– a sleeping little girl who still doesn’t want to wake up in her own- made fairytale story.

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i am contented with these acts.

friends will do. i guess..

i am not expecting for a deeper friendship,

but if it happens, then i would be happier. : )

and if it won’t, it’s okay…

i’m not hoping for that anyway.

hehehehe : )