When there was me and you

I met him back in my university. Hindi na siya estudyante tulad ko. I guess he's a bit older than me. I am nineteen and he's twenty-two. Akala ko nga estudyante siya noong una ko siyang makita sa library ng eskwelahang pinag-aaralan ko pero hindi, according to the other student's assistant, he works in the library.

Mula noong nakita ko siya noong araw na iyon, may kung anong palaging humahatak sa akin pabalik sa lugar na iyon para lang tingnan siya. I am kinda shy so I just couldn't come up to him and ask him his name or introduce myself because my heart gets chaotic every time I see him.

I like him. He's mysterious. Hindi ko pa kasi siya nakakausap kaya hindi ko pa nakikita kung anong meron sa likod ng seryosong mukha niya at itim na itim na mga mata.

I like watching him arrange books and all. I like watching his face gets bored and then he will smirk and shake his head as if asking himself why he was inside that boring library.

Hindi naman kasi siya bagay doon. I imagine him to be a