mister A

"you mean a lot to me."

that's not a boyfriend-only line. i'm screeching those words not fora boyfriend, but for a crush. an ultimate one, i suppose. it's for the cute, smarty guy [but not mr. smarty pants] with the grey and black backpack back in fourth year high school.

he has this math and physics brilliance without the clever clogs. a mysterious, sober gent with a hidden sense of humor. he does have looks [in my eyes], yet stays down-to-earth and no-nonsense.

we had the sweetest friendship juice that turned out to be "magka-M.U". haha! but things changed when we had a conflict [i'd prefer to keep the roots of it]. for quite a few months, t'was like there had been a wall built between us. good thing thewall wasnt that sturdy and collided. distance brought our friendship back. hewas flipping the beginning pages of his college life in our place while i wasin another locality, yet we never vanished our contact.

just a few days ago, we had a chance to convene. it has been a year that i wasntable to catch a glimpse of him. seeing him again made me evoke the closeness that we planted that almost grew to be something more of it. looking in his eyes,scenting his smell, and talking to him made me feel the thrill travelling through my veins.

i'm not sure and i still can't elucidate what this feeling really is. what im only sure of is that he's special, and im gonna say it again,

"you mean a lot to me, 'A'."