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the guy whom I admired
Wednesday, July 4, 201212:28 PM


Tumblr_m6m63ksr4c1rrclflo1_500_largeIt amazes me on how a person can remember the last song I listened to or my pink hair I used to had. And, that my friend, was at least 4 years ago. We barely talk, we barely work on the same shift much less get to know each other. He was the cute guy I had a crush on for months. The guy whom I pretended that I have no idea whatsoever on how to steam milk (I actually went for class on how to make a perfectly good cup of coffee months before joining Starbucks), when he approaches me, on the first few days of my shift, teaching me the basic on steaming milk, instead of telling him on my experience, I stood there, quietly, just so he could get closer to me. 



As years goes by, people change. I change. But he seems to remain the same. Or so I think. But he still have the cute smile I admired. Though he may be miles away, I still think of him. Randomly sending him text messages and receiving sweet replies back.


Though time fly by like a bullet train in Tokyo, it seems to me that it was only yesterday that I last saw him. I briefly recalled when he visited me on my shift on each year when he comes to visit during his summer holiday and on each year, when I see him, I blushed getting all excited. And all that was exchanged was smiles and asking him the same question I asked on each year. I look like a pathetic ass.

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