I was treasuring this moment, enjoying the company of someone I thought was impossible to stay beside me. Everyday of this new week of my life was like a dream I just had in the far corners of my imagination.
How could it be possible that someone like Timmy Reyes will meet me half way in this journey? I certainly don't know how, but all I care about is the fact that he is here beside me. It seems as though every sugar coated lines are just pick-up lines I hear, but what I see lingers in my memories. Like it's not really a love relationship, but more of a friendship relationship that's been going on for quite some time.
When I'm at this point of savoring the moments, it felt like he was here, retelling me the life and how was it like to be when he was just a boy.
Timmy, the very professional looking debonaire caught my eye when we were in grade six and 1st year high. The physical changes that occur to his features was just minimal. Looking at him now as to comparing how he looked like before was quite odd. He still looks good-looking but more mature.
All I could do for now was reminisce about how he reminded me of why I liked him before.
His posture was one of the most remarkable features that every girl in high school drools about. Being 5 ft. 8 inches tall, he was known as the consistent MVP for basketball in our high school days. The chick-magnet stands out among the rest because of his features that makes him a dashing debonaire.
He was really skinny when he was young, but he eventually managed to pick-up his weight as he worked his muscles out until he earned the medium built body type.
His complexion was a bit of a golden brown, coming from the days of hard work in serving the church. I used to recall the times when I can only remember his complexion, after working for more than 4 hours around the surroundings of the chapel for almost every other day.
He was the clean-cut-hottie. Every Adviser, Teacher and Year Level Head Supervisor, takes him as the role model for sporting the hippest and school-regulation-friendly haircut.
His descendants are of the Chinese nationals. With his chinito eyes, it's as if every girl that he set his eye on falls for him like a curse. And sure – I was one of them whom he not only set his eyes upon, but also was the center of every emotion he has when we were young.
His lips were the ones I never got the chance to stare at. Not because his are not kissable or appealing, but maybe because I was more intrigued and captivated by the eyes that stares back at me than the lips who talk less. Yes, he talks less. He's the quiet type. The serious type that will only speak when he wants to or needs to.
When we were young, we never got the chance to be friends. I tried to reach out to him, but he refused. So I thought as I grew older that he never wanted me to be his friend. And look what we have now?
It was quite a boom or bane for us. Even today, I can't help but think of possibilities of whether this relationship could work out for forever. For truth remains that his aunt and my aunt used to be close friends when we were young. They used to go to parties and dance the night away together with our uncles. But what they have now was far different from what they had before. It's as if they suddenly became worst enemies of some sort and if things get more clear to Timmy and I, then probably it will be troublesome to pick-up the pieces of the past to the present.
I never got the chance to open this up to him since he doesn't give much concern to whether we should continue this madness or just enjoy the ride. So, I guess we can cross the bridge if ever we get there.
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