commit.

checkout

Today, I met someone.

She was... different. Good different. Her eyes sparkle with pure curiosity whenever she talks with me. I've never seen someone so invested in a conversation with me. And we just talked about our lives -- I, about our breakup, my duties and responsibilities in an organization, and my studies; she, on how she hates waking up early for her 7AM class, on how she likes her spaghetti done, and on how she wanted to be free from all the restraint that her parents put her on.

She calls everyone dear if she forgot their names. And she beams the brightest smile despite the rain falling down their umbrellas. She gets annoyed on people who constantly complain, like when they ate at a certain carinderia and they overheard a group of teenagers blabbering on how unfair their Math teacher is. She likes strawberries, but never on yogurt.

How is it that I still think of you, even though she's an amazing person?

She treated me like how I wanted to be. She laughed at my corny jokes, even had teardrops on her eyes. She walked with me, side by side, as we exchanged more stories. She looked at me with pure interest. Something that you haven't done to me.

What was it that made me crazy about you?

I tried to think of excuses on why I still feel these about you. The closest, and probably the most realistic answer, is that I miss the ways of being in a relationship. I miss the way that I'm constantly talking to another human being, saying sweet things, being there when I needed someone to talk to, or just knowing that you have another human being to be with.

I have to lose sleep again. For this.

You are the reason I lose sleep.