Oh, dear, you.

The first time we met was just... that. Seems like there was nothing special to it. We only shook hands and went down to eat with the others. I remember trying so hard to be one of you guys. I caught on to their jokes and joked back. I wanted to make a sporty first impression.

I noticed now that you probably didn't give a damn about me at the time. You were smoking away your own thoughts.

You didn't realise a thing. Neither did I.

Back then, I was just happy to have found some new friends. Awesome people, at that. Yes, you can smile that smug face of yours. ...Kambang.

Gradually, I began to warm up to each one of you more. I just liked being there with everyone; to be familiarised.

And soon, I began to take notice of your particular presence. You seemed to be closer and closer to me. I was rather pleased when we got to talk while we met each other at campus by coincidence and during that time when you first called me at home. You opened up to me as we talked.

At first, I dismissed it as you, just being friendly. But then the hints grew, and you confessed. I was taken by total surprise, and was a bit nervous, but glad, nevertheless. I knew I was glad because I was liked for who I am, finally. I know I was fully being myself around you and everyone else, since we're normal friends, so there was no way you could've just liked me without realising that.

We had a fun, enjoyable -short- ride together. We sure had some stupid moments, awkward moments, sweet moments and even just quiet moments. I cherished each one of them, and will not forget them. I've embarrassed myself in front of you quite a few times (haha), and you've laughed at me. Erkh, such embarrassing moments for someone as egoistic as me? I normally wouldn't stand it with other people, but I could accept them when I'm with you.

I know that's how it's supposed to be. I want to be comfortable with anything. I don't want to hide anything from you, not behind my ego. The thing being with you is... it's easy. Everything is just so effortless. I don't need to hide or pretend or even try. I really, really liked how it was. It's what I've always wanted to feel with a guy I like.

And now... Well, we both knew it was going to end abruptly like this. I knew it, I knew it. Yet, what did I do? I let it happen, and I let tears fall.

Take a deep breath. It's all part of the process. It's happened a lot before. Falling in love and falling out of it. Now, I already know what the next step for me is.

The only problem is; Will I be able to perform that next step or not?