A sort of confession

It's really funny, how a lot of things change in a span of few years. From being close, you may become distant, then back to a lesser extent.

Let us go to my freshman year. Fresh out of the infatuation days in elementary, I did not really know how to cope up with the juggernaut of high school. So, naturally, at the first day, I had no absolute idea of what to do.

After the sectioning test, I met a few of my new classmates. Little did I know, that one of my classmates there was also going in the same school service I was on. It was weird, really. She did not really stand out of the class. To be honest, she wasn't a bright spot in our class because she was quiet (try looking at her now, and you might not believe me though).

As the months went by, we became some sort of friends, which was to be expected, because we were both classmates, and service mates (is that even a word?), so we see each other almost every day. I don't know why, but as the time flew by me, she seemed to look more beautiful. I merely pinned it down to me being a guy. That seemed logical, because every straight guy finds a girl (or ten) that is attractive. Right?

However, that did not seem to be the case. We had our fair share of laughs in the service, where she would always tease me endlessly, from not knowing how to count properly (go figure), to relating me to a certain animal. And instead of getting mad, I would just get irritated (trust me, those two are different), and laugh it off. I could not stop looking at her, until sometimes I need to slap myself to break out of my trance. That's when I realized, I had a crush. On her.

Fast forward. First day of Grade 8. I was quite disappointed, because aside from changing my service, I also changed sections, which ultimately meant less time to see her. But still, she talked to me quite usually. From encounters at the canteen, to asking about a few class-related questions, we were quite close (I guess, maybe).

Then, sh*t happened. Word about my little(?) crush may have gotten out, and that could be the reason why we suddenly became distant. Either that, or because of the natural rift between two different sections. I did not mind it, and instead continued my life, which, of course, included admiring her from a (long) distance.

Another time warp, this time, around the time of the announcement of the prom this year. Of course, people were talking about the prom, who to dance, what to wear, and other stuff. Me? I was thinking of a way to eat as much food as possible without getting full. Then, somebody (one of my classmates) asked me ""Isasayaw mo ba siya sa prom?"". I said, ""Kung magkaroon ng pagkakataon, why not?"". That's when my mind into overdrive. Not a single day passed without me thinking of how to ask her out to dance. Yet, I did not have the guts to do it. So I said to myself, ""Hey, the prom could pass by me without even dancing, right?""

Despite that thought, it never left my mind. I even bought flowers, for god's sake! Truth be told, I planned those flowers to given to the girls I'm going to dance, as a sign of courtesy. Then at the prom, I nearly blew a fuse. She looked absolutely STUNNING. It was like Aphrodite herself gave her a makeover for the ages. Of course, my classmates went on teasing me about her and stuff. I merely shrug it off, and went to wander around.

After the age-long program proper, it was finally time for some partying, if you call 1 hour partying. First up was the lively beats, which I was not really in the mood to do so. Then came the slow dance, where with my friends, danced with a few girls from my class. Most of those girls asked me the same damn question: ""Sinayaw mo na siya?"". My response to every question? ""Hindi pa"", to their dismay. I decided I would make this promenade memorable, if this was to be the last, by asking her to my last dance.

When the night was nearing its end, I enlisted the help of a classmate of mine. Reason? Because to be honest, I'm ashamed of asking her in front of her friends. So that friend of mine came through in the end. When she was in front of me for the first time in months (years?), I gave her the flowers (which, miraculously, was still a lot), then asked her ""May I have this dance?"". Thankfully, she said yes! My mind was internally screaming (can minds really scream?) with glee.

So yeah, long story short, I asked her, she said yes, I was evidently happy.

If it's not obvious, it's the post someone posted in SRCCD. So yes, it was me who posted it. And since someone *glares at Lyndon* told me that this was a personal blog, therefore I should write my heart tells me to.