As I get my bags ready and all set to head to the airport, my heart is still heavy not wanting to leave the metro and have some tranquility where else but in paradise known as Boracay. I stared blankly out the window of the plane not having any expectations or daydreams about how I want this holiday to be. Got into my hostel dorm room and met one of my roommates, still expecting nothing but just like a dead fish who allows the current to take them wherever. The first night was pasta night and it turned out so well that I've forgotten a bit about my worries back in Manila. Had an amazing night joining the PubCrawl just letting loose and danced the night away. Went entirely outside of my comfort zone and went skinny dipping under the bright moon reaching the ocean floor that makes every wave sparkle like diamonds followed by conquering my fears and tried what I've always wanted to-- cliff jumping. Forming a bond with my dorm mates wasn't a difficult task, we wanted to be on the other boat but ended up on the boat you were in. Your eyes and the way you look isn't something really special. In fact, you didn't even caught my attention at all. You were no prince charming neither the kind of hunk that would have girls twisting their heads just to glanced upon you. I came here to clear my mind not to meet someone that can add up to my troubles in life. You seemed quiet and cute when you were sitting next to Michael. The next thing I know we were introduced to each other and had actually started an on-going conversation with no specific track where it could lead to.
Puka beach was the last stop for the boat party. Where were you the whole time? Why have you not caught my sight a bit earlier? Maybe fate has its own way of putting things the way they should be. It's odd how a conversation with a complete random stranger feel so perfectly. It is because we're stepping on the moving wooden boat with a cold beer gripped in one hand, sunset, and ocean breeze blowing through our skin? But whatever the reason maybe it felt like it was just you and me there. Pretty odd but that's how I can put it into words, no more, no less-- you and me. Weird. But yes, us, there. Snorkeling time! I remember how I told you how surprised I was that I can actually swim in an open water without any life vest then here comes along Lucas the big Brazilian guy and threw me off the boat. You laughed, and you were genuinely cute. Then we started to feel comfortable and a bit at ease with one another when you were in the water trying to catch my feet as I was panicking that you won't or else I'd fall over the water again. When we got off the boat to have midday snack by the shore, I didn't cling on to the hope that you'd still actually talk to me and maybe possibly sit right next to me and know you more about you. Luckily, you did. I don't know if you've noticed how my eyes sparkled and how much I'm biting my lower lip to refrain from smiling like an idiot in front of you. You went back to the boat to get your stuff and told me to save the space for you and so I did. Hurriedly you took your phone out and took a photo of us with the beautiful sunset as our background. I find it sweet. As the day was about to end we headed back to the hostel to dry ourselves and grab dinner. Hanged out with Armand the incredible musician at Mad Monkey. The day started not knowing you but it ended with you, all about you.
Walking up and walking to the bar the next day seeing you with your ice cold coffee which is so not an English thing to do stunned me. Your morning face is brighter than the day could be, the way you try to compose yourself and get ready for the day is exquisite. All of a sudden we belong to a group without even trying ended up being with the bunch the whole day at Puka beach came back just in time for pasta night. I searched everywhere in the crowd trying to catch a familiar face and a feeling in my chest got a bit lighter upon seeing you there.
We danced that night from crazy modern dances, dirty dancing to all sorts. Honestly, I don't know how to dance, not at all. But with you, the rhythm feels right and you were there all along guiding me which foot to put forward and jive with the music. There it goes again, it feels like it was just you and me and the crowd isn't there. Just us. Not even the music, just your eyes, your laugh, the way we make faces and held each others hand. I wanted your kiss that night, held my breath and decided that I needed a break and placed myself back to reality to joined the crowd then suddenly I found you there sitting in the corner with some girl. You seemed so into her as she wall over you, it ached a bit because I was actually starting to like you. Party is over, music is fading, and the lights are back to the usual white bright ones. I sat across the end of the table where you were, near the reception with this Russian who waiting for me. He had his eyes for me the whole time but my eyes was glued to you. I was waiting for you to notice me as he was waiting for me to notice that he's the one beside me but you seemed busy and I went off with him, hoping your eyes would catch me and call out my name but you didn't. I let the wind take me wherever that night and slept. I assumed and I hoped.
You and your iced cold coffee sitting by the bar waiting for what another day has in store for you. As we all slowly gathered and showed up just in time for brunch.
I enjoyed your presence but came to realize that you have so many hangups in life. We were okay and then we weren't.
Puka beach was the last stop for the boat party. Where were you the whole time? Why have you not caught my sight a bit earlier? Maybe fate has its own way of putting things the way they should be. It's odd how a conversation with a complete random stranger feel so perfectly. It is because we're stepping on the moving wooden boat with a cold beer gripped in one hand, sunset, and ocean breeze blowing through our skin? But whatever the reason maybe it felt like it was just you and me there. Pretty odd but that's how I can put it into words, no more, no less-- you and me. Weird. But yes, us, there. Snorkeling time! I remember how I told you how surprised I was that I can actually swim in an open water without any life vest then here comes along Lucas the big Brazilian guy and threw me off the boat. You laughed, and you were genuinely cute. Then we started to feel comfortable and a bit at ease with one another when you were in the water trying to catch my feet as I was panicking that you won't or else I'd fall over the water again. When we got off the boat to have midday snack by the shore, I didn't cling on to the hope that you'd still actually talk to me and maybe possibly sit right next to me and know you more about you. Luckily, you did. I don't know if you've noticed how my eyes sparkled and how much I'm biting my lower lip to refrain from smiling like an idiot in front of you. You went back to the boat to get your stuff and told me to save the space for you and so I did. Hurriedly you took your phone out and took a photo of us with the beautiful sunset as our background. I find it sweet. As the day was about to end we headed back to the hostel to dry ourselves and grab dinner. Hanged out with Armand the incredible musician at Mad Monkey. The day started not knowing you but it ended with you, all about you.
Walking up and walking to the bar the next day seeing you with your ice cold coffee which is so not an English thing to do stunned me. Your morning face is brighter than the day could be, the way you try to compose yourself and get ready for the day is exquisite. All of a sudden we belong to a group without even trying ended up being with the bunch the whole day at Puka beach came back just in time for pasta night. I searched everywhere in the crowd trying to catch a familiar face and a feeling in my chest got a bit lighter upon seeing you there.
We danced that night from crazy modern dances, dirty dancing to all sorts. Honestly, I don't know how to dance, not at all. But with you, the rhythm feels right and you were there all along guiding me which foot to put forward and jive with the music. There it goes again, it feels like it was just you and me and the crowd isn't there. Just us. Not even the music, just your eyes, your laugh, the way we make faces and held each others hand. I wanted your kiss that night, held my breath and decided that I needed a break and placed myself back to reality to joined the crowd then suddenly I found you there sitting in the corner with some girl. You seemed so into her as she wall over you, it ached a bit because I was actually starting to like you. Party is over, music is fading, and the lights are back to the usual white bright ones. I sat across the end of the table where you were, near the reception with this Russian who waiting for me. He had his eyes for me the whole time but my eyes was glued to you. I was waiting for you to notice me as he was waiting for me to notice that he's the one beside me but you seemed busy and I went off with him, hoping your eyes would catch me and call out my name but you didn't. I let the wind take me wherever that night and slept. I assumed and I hoped.
You and your iced cold coffee sitting by the bar waiting for what another day has in store for you. As we all slowly gathered and showed up just in time for brunch.
I enjoyed your presence but came to realize that you have so many hangups in life. We were okay and then we weren't.
/JB/
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