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29 November 2006, 7:33 pm

3 Years of Greatness

"When everything was falling apart, he was there, sitting behind me, asking me what was so wrong. I guess he had always been THE guy sitting behind me in class who really cares. He was the one who would lift his leg up in front of his table when i turned around to ask a question, only to find myself laughing and smelling his stinky shoes. He was always the one who really cared to ask. He was always the one who brightened my everyday and the only thing that made me want to go to school even more. He was the guy who collected empty tissue wraps with 3 of us girls, who competed against every subject we took. For 3 years, he sat behind me. Sharing my every laughter, sharing my everyday. I didn't mind him being annoying at times. I didn't mind him kicking my chair. I actually liked it. He created the chance for me to turn around and speak to him. Whenever we had to do group work, he would always be the one i'm facing since i sat right in front. He was the guy who played with my ruler, my CHICKEN, of which he put the iodine tester on to see if it contained starch (OF COURSE IT DIDN'T!). I guess he was always there to keep me smiling. He was always the joke of the class, but it was cute. Our long friendship led to others thinking of once-ridiculous myths. But in the final year, i starting pondering on how we met, and what we did together. I made calls with friends and they would start asking, and i would simply deny. He was the guy with a hole in his heart. It was that day that we had to get our injections on the arm, and checkups before we entered our secondary school lives. It was then when we realised, he had a hole in his heart. He came back to class looking so disheartened as if the world turned upside down. Since there weren't many in class then, i tried cheering him up the ways he used on me. Everything got better. It really did. Every class outing since then, i seemed to look out for him. Kindda like his guardian angel i assume. I vowed that at the end of the year, i would finally tell him. I would finally tell him how i felt. GUTS. Never happened. The world turned upside down when someone close to me fell for him too. Not suprising. Cos' she had kept close contact with him after i told her how i felt. Maybe it's the ego, maybe it's something else. But since then, things never felt right. She started calling him everyday, and then telling me what they talked about and all. It was like she did it on purpose. But why? She knew about me, yet she continued to advance through her feelings by calling him everyday. TORTURE. But one day before school ended, he asked to borrow a green pen from me. I was grinning from ear to ear. Just like a typical girl, i pretended not to. After a while, i finally gave in after the jokes and riddles i gave him. SCORE! He returned my pen the next day, and boy, i was a happy girl. During our Primary 6 "prom" a.k.a graduation night, my friend tried to push me to sit with him. I didn't. Shy of course. That night, i didn't went to look for him when everything ended. I didn't want to say goodbye i guess. Cos' i really wanted to see him again. Then, I met him during Teachers' Day last year. He sure grew a lot. A lot taller than expected, a lot more less-nerdy than usual. I never said bye to him. I wanted to see him more often. I didn't want our friendship to end there and stop communicating once we've gone our separate ways. I still grab the chance to chat with him online though. Cos' he was the guy not with the hole in the heart, but the guy who was warm towards me, who really cared for once for me."

Just something. Probably dedicated to him. The thought of him came up when i was on the bus. I guess he was always part of my life i never forgot.

, osn.

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