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Who knows, Who cares

Yeah, I knew him. He’s a customer who entered the store and asked for an antidiarrheal drug. I knew him.

He’s one of the passengers from the jeepney I rode in that morning. He’s one of the guys I noticed much because of the unusual style of his hair, a long and curly one, yet he wore good clothes, plus, he reached for his bag and grab a book and try to read a phrase or a paragraph maybe, which I just found handsome. And then I looked away and told myself that I liked him, not of a crush type, but somehow a dream man type, but of course, only in my dream world.

After he bought the drug, he handed me this piece of paper and I never realized that the effect of it would strike me this hard, that honestly, I’m not over it yet. The memories were still fresh, how those things happened — fast, unexpected and romantic.

A stranger who can still make me smile so big till now.

If I ever see him again, oh destiny, I can now imagined how I’ll spend every night thinking of why things should happen that way, I have my boyfriend and I love him dearly. But this poetic and artistic man, he attracts me in ways I don’t understand. So please, just stay in my dreams and never escape. For I don’t know what may happen, what I may feel if you’ll be real again.

1/12/2012