i suppose im the foolish one to have fallen for a guy like you huh? the typical popular kid, heartbreaker reputation that almost every girl wants at his school? the ones that hang out with the guys that have their own designated lunch table, a senior, and wears the newest clothes in stock from the most lavish store. Maybe thats what you show me.
But that’s not what i caught first. It was the way you moved, your voice or maybe the way you fixed you hair. I still remember the very first day i saw you. I never planned it. I didn’t even know how you looked like, all i knew was your name and your nationality. So, half Filipino and half Italian? my my. your last name just caught me. Maybe I can say it was like at second sight.
From then on, i wanted to meet you; see you up close. I wanted to be able to talk to you. I saw you at the starting line; the whole ensemble ready with your arms up, elbows out and ready to face a race against your fellow riders. 140, that was your number with your last name just below it. As the guy dropped the bars, i held my breath and watched you take off.
Who knew? i mean its nothing new that i fall for guys because of their looks or maybe their name in this case.
I really wanna know you.
who you are, what you do, the things you like. i know you’re older, and i know im setting myself up for disappointment but every time i see you, it almost feels like the moment is in slow motion. Ever since that day, you’re name has been stuck in the crevices of my head. I would never forget that name, or that day. I catch myself looking for you in a crowd of riders on the starting line. I feel weak and clumsy whenever you’re near. oh and dont forget awkward. Yes, im pretty partially convinced i dont have a chance with you. I’ll still try. As always.
