Probably the worst feeling in the world is when the person you really, really like the most likes someone else. How could the universe be so mean to me? I mean, I have been nice for the longest time and yet... yet... How could this thing happen? I know I do not have the right to complain because we are only friends and all that jazz but you know what I am saying?
Back then, I would always look forward to see her every day. During those moments, I thought I was a teenager again; I thought I wouldn't experience this kilig feeling all over again. Everything went on a blur, I guess. Juggling the two (training and planned dates) has been a daunting task and I must admit that I should have been brave enough to tell her everything; to exert more effort. But who knows?