4 months. Just 4 months. 4 months flat. The next month, I was in denial. It wasn't counted.
I tell my friends that I like him then they would all go like, "Why?" As a result, I jotted down a hundred reasons why I liked him. You might find him weird (just as how you find me not talking weird) but he I don't find him strange at all. You might say he's strange. I don't. I claim that I do but I actually just find him rather unique.
---Some.Of.The.100.Reasons.---
I love the way he smiles. I love the way that he rarely grins. I like the way he looks different in pictures. I love it when he objects my propositions. I love it when he calls my name. I love it when he insists on making me answer his questions. I love the way he's quiet. I love the way he's different from the rowdy boys in my class. I like it when he gets lazy to do something and gets it completely done in 5 minutes. I love it when he plays a PSP like how a kid would do it. I like the way he pulls pranks on people. I love the way he comes up unexpectedly. I like it when he enters the classroom late and he doesn't seem to give a damn. I love the way his hair looks when it's wet. I love the way he tries to modulate his voice's volume when he talks to me.
I love the way he draws robots on his notebook. I love the way he sketches objects when he's bored. I love the way he loves my comics. I love the way he writes in all caps; as if making an emphasis on something. I like it when he doesn't do anything about his academics and yet he still passes. I like the way he curses coz it sounds funny. I love it when he contradicts our professors behind their backs. I love the way he texts me stuff. I like it when he sings and stops when I catch him. I like it when he smiles at me when I catch him on the act. I love it when he talks sarcastically.
I like the fact that he acts like a father in their household. I like the way he respects his mother and aunts. I love the way he treats his brother. I love the way he bonds with his cousins. I love the way he finds value in spending time with his relatives. I like it when he laughs at the smallest details. I love the way he acknowledges someone's good work. I love the fact that he's unconsciously criticizing the works of other people. I love the way he expresses his comments. I love the way he speaks in English. I love the way his deep voice sounds. I love the way he says "I'm sorry." I like it when he says it unexpectedly. I love it when he catches me off-guard. I love it when he stares at me.
I love it when he tries to lighten everyone up when things go wrong. I love the way he runs around like a kid. I love the way he sits at the bark of the tree. I love the way he thinks quietly. I like it when he thinks about the logic behind the things I say and do. I love the way he wears that hat of his. I love the way he carries his bag around. I love the way he walks confidently across the crowd. I love the way he looks for things. I love the fact that he's dedicated to the things that he does. I like it when he talks about computer games. I love the fact the he doesn't give a fcuk about anyone else. I love the way he asks me what's wrong when I'm obviously not feeling well. I love it when he volunteers to take me to the clinic. I love it when he sleeps at class. I love it when he goes home early because he had to take his brother home.
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It's just that there's something in him that sparks up whenever I see him. No, not the Edward spark. It's the ____ spark. The one I only see when he's around. The spark makes me feel awkward and hyper. It's complicated. No one gets me. I don't care if he's weird. I don't care if he thinks deeper than others. I don't care if he has weird philosophies. But I could fairly well say that what we shared was some sort of idiocracy that young teenagers have for love.
I hope you understood my last words =))
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