32: Freedom

The guy next door. He's been staring at me for I-dont-know-how long. But I know it's long enough. Long enough for me to have noticed him.. I think I know him... He 's good... Not good-GOOD. But I know he's good enough. He plays the I-don't-know-what-instrument. I do know he's good at it though. He knows me. He knows me more than I know myself. He loves me but he'll never dare tell me. That I know for sure. Unless I do something that'd break his heart. But that won't ever happen. I won't ever do something that'd hurt him. He's too precious to hurt. But when will he ever tell me what he really feels? I said so myself, He'll never dare until I do something bad enough to cause his heart break. But I can't do something like that. Because he loves me. And maybe, I love him too? Maybe he's just scared. I'm scared too. The only thing that scares him is me. Plus, knowing that I'm standing inches away from him. He knows how much I cringe at the sight of a flying roach. He knows how much I jump with joy at the sight of the smallest piece of chocolate bar...

He knows everything about me.. everything about US.
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This will be our story.. It'll happen SOON ENOUGH..
I will meet him soon ENOUGH..

Wait for me..
I know he's waiting somewhere in this planet..
I will be waiting too..
Soon enough I'll reach the place where we will first meet..

We will be what we are supposed to be...
SOON ENOUGH.