Sunday, October 23, 2011

To The Boy Who Held My Hand

It was the first and the only time
That you held my hand
In just a span of a moment
You made me feel that there is something between us
But somehow destiny never allowed

We were then seatmates.  Freshmen and looking for friends.
Different courses we were taking. Only one class we shared.
Funny how we saved each other’s seat.
Whenever one wasn’t yet around.
When we barely knew each other
And we could sit anywhere we want on.
You were always better than me.
Understanding everything immediately.

At night we shared thoughts.
We asked about each other's day.
How we think about things.
How is it to be a big brother
And how is it to be an only child and a daughter.
How is it to feel love when we were much younger.
Came junior and senior years,
We barely see each other and speak.
And at crossroads when we meet,
We say hi like we were just ordinary former classmates in the last semesters.

Until that commencement day.
Was it just a longer-than-normal congratulatory shake?

It was the first and the only time
That you held my hand
In just a span of a moment
You made me feel that there was something between us
But somehow destiny never allowed.

3 comments:

  1. awwww....who knows...there might be another destined meeting in the near future. :)

    ...weird. but sometimes i guess i can be an optimist. ;)

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  2. ahem..sino kaya si boy who held your hand? isipin ko muna...

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  3. Thanks, maiylah! Okay lang 'yun, kesa naman sobrang pessimist. :)

    Ate Manix, sige nga, hulaan mo. Haha. :)

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