29 August 2013.
Time check 02:49am
HIM. Older than me. A guy that I can depend on. A guy I happened to meet at work.
From the start, I never really looked forward to working there. I changed from one department to another during the course of my work. And then I met A. I remembered my first impression: weird, not someone to talk to.
After awhile, A became like a brother.
- Short story inserted here -
So there's this another guy who was 19 and I kinda liked him. He was only there for cny period and he was gone after that. I forgot his name though. He was so nice and it was nice talking to him while it lasted.
A kept asking if I liked him. Quote "your eyes were sparkling like the stars when you talk to him" in his awkward english. In my mind: A actually observed me alot. Interesting.
Soon, A became more touchy feely. He was calling me beautiful and pretty. I would go crazy and blush at those words. You don't know how rare it is for a guy to call me that. Common words to describe me would be cute and bubbly. But girls, don't you just love it when guys call you beautiful. A also loved it when I said he was handsome. Just that smile on his face. And god his dimples.
I recalled that one day A greeted me with a simple "good morning my beautiful girl''. I swear my heart fluttered. Even the other co-workers think that he is treating me well. A little too well. One cashier asked if he liked me haha.
And the messages that we exchanged in the past. There was a period of time when I didn't come to work as often due to school. And then A would text that he misses me. It was only like a week or two that I didn't come. And when I finally came back to work, the first thing A would ask was whether I had missed him. Truthfully, yes. But obviously I would never say that.
His presence seriously lights up my world. A never fails to make me smile. When I was feeling down because of my grandma, he tried his best to put a smile to my face. When she passed on, I felt really lost. After mourning the loss, I came back to work with a heavy heart. And A knew that something was off. I was always the bubbly type but that day I just had no mood to show a happy side. When I greeted him, I just opened my arms without thinking and walked towards him. We hugged. It was the most comforting thing ever. A said 'she will be okay'. He spent the whole day trying to make me happy. I was so grateful for that.
When it comes to communication, I rather text. But A he likes to call me. Saying that he likes to hear my voice lol. And also because there's a physical barrier in communication if he text me. Not that his english is bad, in fact he's better than the rest.
That idiot gets upset when I don't start conversations. Apparently, according to me the girls should get it going first. Just call me if you missed me idiot.
