*drumroll*
Iba ka. I've begun to forget why I liked you in the first place ever since you overtly hinted we can only be friends. I remembered too well, last night.
You were the same old cranky, strangely funny, charming you. Sa kabila ng isang keg ng San Mig light at sandamakmak na grilled tofu, you were still the perfect gentleman. You never made me feel silly for telling you flat out that I liked you. You never made me feel silly, period. Which is a welcome change from messing up and fumbling around a lot around other guys I like.
Point is, you're different. So when you plucked that beetle from the concrete sidewalk and planted him among the nearby bushes, I knew then you had won. A warm, fuzzy feeling came over me, when I realized what you had done -- moreso, when you thought nobody was really looking. It was that kind of moment you catch without your guards up -- that's as honest as it can get. And my heart reached out to you. By some miraculous comeback, whatever feeling I had doused for the past couple of weeks came rushing back.
By that time, I also remembered why we couldn't become more than friends. Somehow, our systems are not calibrated to meet each other on that plane. Natanggap ko na yun. I have no regrets whatsoever, of coming clean and hearing your say on the issue. There is no issue. Between friends, there shouldn't be. And if that's the case, then you'll be my dearest one, and I'll wait for you between this plane of friendship and the next in case you change your mind, or somebody just like you comes along and takes the leap with me.
You've won. My heart is yours.
