So Long

I kind of fancy this guy in my university for a while now. I only see him once a week, sometimes once every two weeks, because apparently he seems really busy.

I never really talked to him because he was usually with his own group of friends and I remembered that we played in a badminton match twice.

Today I find out that it was his last Sunday service because he's going back. I was really nervous whenever I see him, like butterflies in my stomach, so I dare not make small talk. I was not really sad that he's leaving but I hope he'll be happy wherever he's going. If he meets someone that makes him happy, I'll be happy for him. If he has someone, then I pray that he's happy.

At some points, I just feel like telling him, "You know, I kind of fancy you". But that would be stupidly embarrassing because. Well. I wouldn't know what would happen after that awkward moment.

I remembered when I found out that he's graduated from Psychology, the first thing that came across my mind was "SHIT".

But today, I talked to him. Just a small talk like where is he from. I was happy that I talked to him. But at the same time. I was sad. That I wouldn't see him again.

So, wherever you will be, whatever you are doing, I hope you'll be happy. It was really nice talking to you. If only you would know that. I'm also actually not sure if you'll remember me (or my name). But it doesn't matter because at least I know that I took the initiative to talk to you.

Until we ever meet again, farewell.