while waiting for my groupmates...

during the beginning of my first year in college, i wouldn't even have thought of seeing this person as someone i could talk to. someone i could be myself with. yeah, he was always willing to help and always trying to lighten things up and always wanting to break that awkward silence you two share. but he was too willing, trying too hard and wanting too much. he was nice and possibly even funny, considerate and a gentleman. yet, for some reason, people just veer away, well.. not exactly veer away. because his willingness, his helpfulness, or whatever it is he possesses is sometimes, too annoying to bear.

but during the past year and a half that ive known him, he never held a grudge. though he knew how people saw him, he didnt stop being the way he was. he didnt stop being as kind, as helpful, as willing, as gentle. we've talked sometimes, not rarely but not usually. just when we both have time to spare. he tells me about his grades, his girlfrend, his past, his dreams, his life. and i tell him, whatever's on my mind. and whatever it is, it seems lyk he always understands. even when all ive told him was a fraction of the whole thing, his advice was always sincere. when he talks, i listen. and when i talk, he listens. nd yet, all i ever considered him to be was my blockmate.

it disappoints me now to think that others, ive managed to call "friend" when they haven't done anything to deserve such a title. and here he is, being everything that a good friend should be, and all i can call him is my blockmate. i feel like such a fool for denying him that. it's ironic how sometimes, the one you never thought could be your friend, is the one who turns out to have been just that all this while.

~ if you're reading this, and you know who you are, i just want to say that i appreciate everything you've done for me. for always trying to help me out, for listening to my petty problems, for cracking jokes when you know im not feeling ok. for sharing your stories with me and for just trusting me enough to tell me your worries about life. for dealing with my bad moods and for letting me tease you and even punch you sometimes. ~