Oh where to begin with...
Boogie.
Nemo.
Volley Man.
It started with a question.
"Think he's gay?"
And it ended with..
You know what?
She will not, I mean, refuses to finish that sentence.
Why?
Because it won't end. It will not.
First, she'd like to say a few things about him.
Then, she'll say why he is special.
Mr. Boogie is a victim of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment.
Suspect? Her.
Motives:
He is well-manered.
He is playful.
He is nice.
He lives.
He laughs.
He loves.
He does not make it worse for you while you make a fool of yourself.
He does not pretend to be someone he is not.
He does not let his pride get to him.
He fits my descritption of GORGEOUS.
Mr. Nemo up there saved her life.
She was unhappy, insecure, and incomplete.
She surpassed the bad breakup.
NO, he is not a rebound.
FYI They were and are not together.
When he's around, she's in a parallel world.
A world where there's no past and future.
All you can see is the people you're with, the place you're at and what's happening.
She no longer envies the happy people.
He stamped determination on her mind and signed hope on her heart.
FYI They are not best friends. Just friends.
It's something she sees when they watch Volleyball Matches.
Determine the gameplay. Hope a win.
In case of failure, there's always a rematch.
She was studying away from home, her family was 45km away, and her mom was working overseas.
Despite all that, he made her days.
FYI They were not classmates nor in the same department.
Something about him warms her heart.
A smile would be enough to keep her going until day-out and still give her dreams at night.
Then it STOPPED.
New country. New home. New life.
Her family was complete.
She found new friends.
She forgot.
Then it HAPPENS again.
Summer Vacation. Homeland.
She remembered.
An invitation. A yes. A dance.
It's amazing how the little things you share with the people you care for stick with you.
The aftershock feels great, but when it fades, random things remind you.
THAT IS WHY THERE IS NO END.