Saturday, December 31, 2011

Hey drummer in shining armour (An Open Letter)

I’ve been thinking of the right words to best describe you and what I feel for you. I did not sleep today and probably when the moment comes that you will be reading this, you will kill me for lying that I slept already. :-D I did not sleep today, I mean not yet, because I’ve been thinking about you. Then I decided to write. To write my insights about you, about us, and what I am looking forward to.
 
I guess that is so much for an introduction.
 
As I was saying, I’ve been thinking of the right words to best describe you and what I feel for you. I’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours and I cannot think of the right words. I have never met someone like you. I guess that explains everything: you are not like the others. I guess that’s the reason why you are indescribable. I do not want to describe you the cliché way so let me just say it again – you are not like the others.
 
It was way back in 2009. We met during an audition for a contest that your band wanted to be a part of. Our friend introduced us to each other, and we did not click pronto. As a matter of fact, we never spoke. I don’t even remember saying hi. Which brings us to 2010.
 
2010. We became blockmates. I was assigned to be the class beadle in our Accounting class. I passed around a paper and required all of you to write down your numbers for purposes of being updated for quizzes and other Accounting subject-related matters. It was all casual afterwards. You would text me if you need something i.e. photocopies or when you ask me if there will be upcoming quizzes or agendas. It was all very casual. I don’t know what happened after that but we started to chat a bit. I remember this one time; I was outside our room, sitting on the floor while waiting for our professor in Economics. When you got there you thought you were late and said “Wala pa si Sir?” and sat beside me. I was busy listening to my iPod. I don’t know what hit me but I did share my earphones with you. I was listening to Mae and you told me that your brother watched them play live during Katy Perry’s concert. LOL!
 
Your brain’s probably mixed-up with what I’m saying. I don’t even know if you remember these. LOL. Let’s proceed anyway.
 
So there I figured you had good taste in music. I was pretty much living under a rock because I have no TV and I have a very slow internet connection in my dorm during that time so I didn’t bother searching for new songs and stuff about music. We were both online in Facebook this one night, and I asked for new songs. Then we started chatting. I remember that you even shared about how you got your heartbreak way back. ROFL. I think during that time, I may have considered you as a friend already.
 
Never did it came across my mind that we will be together. That’s the good thing about it though. The best things are the ones least expected.
 
I admire you. I admire every quality you have, from your snobbish aura down to your soft side. You’re just different from the others. Quoting from Hey Daydreamer, you are my soldier; my knight in shining armour.
 
You helped me become the better person I am today. I am happier, and I feel complete. Everything is different with you. Our friends tell me that I finally found a boy version of me. I guess they think we are of the same page always. They don’t know that we are still settling a lot of differences.
Point is, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I love you so much that I made this & that I had to write it down. I love you so much that the thought of leaving you hurts so bad. I love you so much that I can’t afford losing you. I love you so much that I can’t last a day not hearing your voice. I love you so much that I am willing to do things for you which I am afraid to do before.
 
I am not looking forward to anything. I am just appreciating what I have now and what we have now. I suppose I made sense here. Because whether I made sense here or not, it consumed my sleeping hours, so you better be grateful for this, my drummer in shining armour.

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