MR. SOCIOLOGIST

dear mr. sociologist

    i would like to start this note by remembering what you said a while ago in our class:

"alam mo, ang ganda ng buhok mo."    (* i don't want to think that you like my hair because you want it yourself...no! just where did i got this notion?? this is what i get from having too many gay friends. hehe.)

though i made the most inappropriate reply of all! i mean it's the most stupid thing to say after you just complimented my hair. haist. .. i said: "really? feeling ko nga buhaghag eh."

grrrr. damn it! if i could just bring back the time and edit my answer! i would've said: "thank you."

just what the hell happened to me at that moment?? i'm sure i formulated at least four answers to that compliment in split seconds! (*that's how fast my brain works when it comes to you.)

but of all the choices... why did i said the one that was not even on the list!!! grrr! now my theory is proven: i really act/talk against my will... and i hate it.

well, let's move on because i don't want to write a note about crying over spilled milk.

you made my day. one indisputable fact. everything might turned out great minus that nosy guy Dutch. i wish he would just leave us alone in perfect bliss during math period.  i mean he really like interfering us. i mean no offense to Dutch, i know he's just being friendly but please...please... math period is the only subject when i could see you and talk to you freely. SPARE US OUR MOMENT DUTCH!

anyway, mr. sociologist. thank you for checking my fever and wishing me to get well soon because i think i am now. thanks to you and to your healing hands. (*well, let me just brag that he touched my neck and checked if i really have a fever. eeeee!)

let me tell you that i miss you. i know it must be too much to say this but really. even though we get to know and close with each other in just a very short and vivid while. you made a mark already.

mr. sociologist, i wish for those times again. when we just be in our world like it's the only two of us. when you see me through and talk to me like i am the only girl you know. like we've been together for a long time already.  that time, i even thought you know me more than i know myself. specially when you said that how sad my eyes were. that maybe there are some reasons behind that made them look that way. haist.

no nosy Dutch. No noisy classmates. no math. i wish we could be with each other again.

i just miss you. that's all. i wish to know you more. i wish there would be no inner and outer hindrances the next time. how i wish that next time would be real soon. <3