It all comes back to the fateful Saturdays of August, where I was the most brokenhearted girl in the world that nobody knew, and you were that tall, imba guy who was stealing my sign. No, you didn’t catch my attention at all that month. To me at that time, you were just one of them. Until that one afternoon when I saw you in the library, and I was looking for someone whom I can borrow a calculator. I knew you won’t need it. From then on we had a number of casual conversations and shared moments in and out of the campus. I was slowly falling into you. I knew this was forbidden, but heck I love the thrill. I liked every inch of you, even your flaws I hated the most in the world. I really did. And now even though you’re the second most hated person on my list, I still like you. Contrasting, huh? I wish I could’ve told you that a little sooner. Maybe we were inseparable now. Maybe what we had, even the friendship, wasn’t lost.

PS. You were the only person who told me he likes me, but told me, too, to not like him back because of many complications. I know I never said this and maybe you could’ve called me stupid if I ever did, but I loved you in those beautiful days we shared together.