Forgetting Him is Like Trying to Know Somebody You've Never Met

Sometimes, I wonder. Why on earth do I fancy you?

Actually, I do know. Because I foolishly think that you're really good-looking.

I know that you're a good person, but when you're with your own clique, I don't see the person I knew when I first saw you. I don't like the way you talk about us 'chicks'. I don't like how some men would see us as breast, thighs and legs. Ew.

As I get to know you, I realized that we're totally different people. A friend once told me that you and I seem to have something, but to be honest, I don't see that when we're with other people. Even I once thought there was something, but I just continue to assume that it's an illusion, that's it's my mind playing tricks on me. And that feeling when you call my name and I smile instantly; that feeling of endless grin when I see your face and we talk for like only five minutes. Yeah, I should just take those as illusions. It's all just in my head. Like how Tom saw those moments he had with Summer in 500 Days of Summer. It's all in his head.

We don't really talk much, and I'm probably drawing to conclusions too early, but you seem to be the type that likes to go out partying, drinking, and sometimes checking out the ladies. And let's face it, I'm not attractive to guys like you. But heck, I don't care, because I'm not attracted to guys like you either. Well, I'll be infatuated for a bit, but eventually, personality matters.

Sometimes, I wonder. Is the person that I've known before still there? If I were given a job by God and He'd ask me to make your life better, I'd say, "Anyone but him. What is it that I have that could make him a better person? I don't have evangelising gifts like the seniors at Hope fellowship! I can't quote scriptures from the Bible because I hardly read it. I can be chatty and friendly, but that doesn't mean that I can be persuasive and influential."

Gosh, you make me ask so many questions about what makes life tick.