28 December 2015
Was the first time I made a finger slip and pressed your number. It was pure an accident but I made it less an emberrasment by asking you what was it behind your using the profile of the later I knew was ‘Prodigal Son‘. You had no idea I felt like dying because I thought I just made myself looked creepy. Really, I wished I was just vanished or else time made an exceptional to regaining back my human worth by rewinding back the scene and got my finger its full control; to make it less an obvious an attempt. I knew your drama at the time, even when it wasn’t any bit interested me but your making throw words what got me further attention; which was left me awed in astonishment, of how far you could be any more quirky.
See? That explains only a few his odds
But you were that endearing a person the more I got to know you; it shifted not a significant your disposition in your progressing age but it was what I wished to stay the same.
28 December 2016
A year passed since then, yet another togetherness in an accompaniment of rainy day.
29 December 2015
Was the first time then we made an actual spent. A cup of tea at the coffee shop in a rainy day.
29 December 2016
Yet another year passed since our first actual spent. You lost to me big time in chicken battle.
Thank you for being a nuance in my life and for being precious. My dear dear best friend, my bestard friend, Bestardroni Rizal.