Some time during December of last year, someone on tumblr followed me. Being the dorky, unattractive and socially-inept girl that I am, I always get intrigued when I see a boy following my blog. It just so happened that at that time, it was a boy that followed me. So I checked his blog and he was, indeed, a boy. But not just a boy, a good looking, chinito. And all of my friends know of my soft spot for chinitos. The fact that he liked my music sealed the deal. I was obviously crushing on the guy.
So I made some lame attempts--pursuing a conversation with him and whatnot. And I was happy with the 'civil' conversations we had.
Then that weekend, I was online early. Actually, at that time, only a few of us were on. I was so happy he was. Then he posted something along the lines of, "If you're online, like this." And so I did, as I was eager to talk to him.
But then he posted his picture. Handsome as he was in it, it somewhat turned me, err, off, I guess? There was just something about boys being as vain as me that made me feel a bit put off. So I ignored that post of his.
THEN HE MESSAGED ME. I swear I had a miniature heart attack. It made me so happy that during our chat, we moved on from the 'civilized' stage. The 'civilized' stage being the period where you just met the person and you still haven't figured out how to approach him and so you are being painfully polite. We then got to calling each other names, joking around, being sarcastic and it was just really fun. Strangely, I stopped liking him that way the moment he sent me that first message. Instead, I started seeing him as a best bud. Of course some of the feelings still lingered, but it lessened a great deal.
It was just fun having him as a friend. He'd call me names, tease me and pair me up with Rai (someone that gave me more compliments than I deserved) then I'd tease him about his fangirls, etc.After our five hour conversation that day, my inbox reached 300. Hahaha. And I valued the fact that he didn't publish my messages, unlike what he did to the other people that messaged him. And I could fangirl about bands with him! Haha. It felt nice. He even asked me if I wanted to meet up with him because he was visiting Pasig during the summer (he lives in Bohol, by the way), which I politely declined.
He doesn't post anymore, though. And I sort of accepted that he got tired of it already. But you know, I was backreading his blog and, well, I just miss him. Really. He was the closest friend I ever had there. I could actually be my usual sarcastic self with him and I miss his corny jokes haha. I just miss him.