It’s Us VS The World

It’s always been us VS the world. One moment they are close to you, the other moment they’re gone. One moment the world’s magnetism drives you to your game, the other moment it lets you go. But then it’s always been you – all in your good times and your bad. Oh wait no, I haven’t seen you poop while picking your nose yet. Just kidding tho.

But it’s been that guy all along and I hope it will always be him. That rigid skinny guy I’ve fallen for since day one – knowing that there is a spark no one could ever put down. Nope, there’s no special friendships or feelings other than the small moments we’ve shared together since that day on. But honestly, those “small moments” are the most mesmerizing moments of my life shared with him.                     

I never understood what made him so special; but I’ve always had this feeling that he is different; the gecko best-friend kind for an INFJ like me. Even though awkward at times, I came to realize that our silence hours are just those heartfelt moments that I am feeling really protected. He’s a good boy – not yet a grown man.

Those details I loved so much were 3 enhancing moments of us that the world didn’t understand: the moments only you and I hold.

Remember the day we had the group conversation with the Singaporean school principal? Yep, you were there. You knew exactly which university I aim for; in fact, we both know our specific ways. The principal then said that after he met me for a consultation he will see you for medication. It was year 10, the second semester if I wasn’t mistaken.

The second one was when we had the charity event and we were defending the same team: class 10a. Yep, you were the second (sorry dude, but you were) most helpful person I found that night. The guy with such commitment to not give up until the finishing touch. I soon realize you can act so differently with or without your parent’s presence near you. But still, those spaghetti rocks, right?

The last but not the least moment is the one I loved best: it was earlier today when you hold the door for me to go into the teacher’s room. Yes, the smallest detail of your action is the best thing I would consider helpful (even though I love the big one too). That shows me how much you’ve improved since the last time. Wait, when was the last time? I couldn’t even remember.

I don’t know if someday I’m going to date this man or some nigga of other country’s own, but I sure do know that I’d love to have a good friend like him to stick around and share some happiness together. I’ve seen too much progression and beauty since we sat in the same class that fine Monday morning in July 2009.

It is us versus the world because at some point you won’t sleep like the world; and at some other point you’re going to fall in love with the person you never thought of falling to; and at some other point you’re just gonna be real good friends without even trying. Even if the world didn’t want us to be, somehow things will find it’s way of order and make me, again, fall for your personality instead of your look – no matter what they say about you and the life that you choose to live.

And please do remind him that once she’s got her hands on the line, nothing’s gonna stop her from doing it. It will be as impossible as asking her to stop loving him. -red