Assumptions.

It was obvious you had a problem with something and I was not supposed to know about it. And since realistically we're not that close, I felt I didn't have a right to even inquire about it. The best I can do is assume.

Here I go again with assumptions. Yes, assumptions helped me pass EEE 101. But it won't help me now. I've been assuming for more than a month now that I had the slightest chance if I exerted effort, but still, no signs of you even remotely liking me can be found. That, or I'm so naive that I never realized you were giving out signs. I'll just assume the former because it's safer to assume the worst case scenario.

There's that friend of yours I assumed to be someone who likes you, or someone you like. Did he confess and you're thinking about the proper response? I have no way of knowing. Unless you tell me. Or I finally see you holding hands with him.

Are you finally going to tell me to stop liking you? Because I'm actually cool with that. It's only been about 50 days since I started REALLY liking you, a pretty short span of time IMO. If this really happens, I'll still shed a tear or two, but I'll be really happy. Because I will finally be free if this happens. I'll cherish those memories - the first time I had a conversation with you, UP Fair, that Valentine's Day, those two times that we were alone in the hangout, those walks we had, how you greeted me first thing in the morning on my birthday, the time we watched Running Man together. I'm hoping for the off-chance that you felt the same way I did during those times. But still, I'm not really betting on it. I'll cherish those memories, and recall them if I need happy thoughts.

You already gave me the best days of my life yet. But I won't be surprised if you will give me one of the worst.

Waking Up on the Brightside

*V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Girls!* goes my phone, placed near my pillow in case of emergencies.

" Who the fuck dare wakes me up with a text?" I thought at first. Still groggy, I opened the message.

"Happy Birthday. :D" - Marise 6:23AM

*speechless*

Feels

Exam.

Exam.

 Exam after exam.

Stress.

It was a good thing that my Korean professor dismissed us early. "I can still refresh my memory on this shit," I thought.

Just then, I saw you, sitting on a really small chair beside one of the multiple kiosks lined up on that hill. My heart raced. We weren't that close yet, and as far as I know, we haven't really talked to each other much. I don't even know if you know me even we were in the same organization.

I gathered my courage, slowly walked up to you and said, "Hi!" Fortunately, you recognized me and smiled back. "What a relief!" I thought.

That was the first time we had a conversation. I don't really know what we talked about. All I can remember is that you were waiting for some event at the nearby museum for your Art Stud class and I ranted about how I don't really have an idea about the exam I'm about to have. Yeah, we talked mostly about how our studies are going.

Still, those thirty minutes, thirty minutes that I had you to myself, thirty minutes for me to break all your first impressions of me, thirty minutes that made me so happy. Thirty minutes...

...And  I fell.