Dear R,
I just found out that you and your girlfriend are no longer together. I don't know the why and how though I have a general idea of the when. I'm sad for you, well, sort of. In the same way that, I guess, I wasn't really sad that you and she got together in the first place.
You were like the Ryan Gosling of my law school days. Someone I really liked but never did anything about. The guilty pleasure. The secret love though I knew it would never come to anything.
You were this really cute Chinese guy, sensitive, smart and macho. Ok, maybe the macho part is stretching things a bit. A lot. Hahaha! Lanky body. Dry sense of humor (though terrible taste in games when it comes to party games). You get really red when you drink. Your nose gets really red when you have a cold. I love your gold-rimmed glasses.
I like the fact that you are so passionate about your beliefs and your convictions. I could probably listen to you (and read) when you are discoursing on politics and economy and current events. I'd probably just take the side against yours just to get you riled up. But I admire you for your convictions.
I remember wanting to sit beside you in class, but since I was an junior joining your sophomore class, you already had your seating arrangement down pat. It was probably better that I didn't sit beside you, I didn't want to take that class for a third time. Hahaha!
You were always nice to me. Though I was never popular, always on the fringes, you saw me and acknowledged me. And talked to me when we both weren't in a hurry as was usual in law school. Aside from those classes together and random conversations, we never really had any interaction. And after law school, I lost track of you. Nevermind facebook.
Though you did bring me my dinner once when I was taking the bar. Hahaha! And I did see you once in Makati, you were heading toward the gym at that time and you smiled at me and asked me how I was and where I worked.
Well, anyway, I hope you're fine, though the word doesn't even begin to encompass all the blessings I wish for you.
I wish I could be your friend,
D
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