There could have been something, at least , that could make me remember XXXX. But during the past six months that I had been away from XXXX's environment, there were only little unimportant things that made any glimpse of memory with XXXX possible. And today, XXXX met my conscious mind. I was reading a friend's blog when a post of that friend was about an instance where she met up XXXX and me. And it happened after those Art Film Screenings that me and XXXX frequented, back in our abandonment stage.
Brief orientation about XXXX :
XXXX is way way older than Tarararan. When XXXX was a college freshman, Tarararan was still fresh from grade school. When XXXX went to the mountains and hills for some sort of underground learning, Tarararan had just found out the word "underground". XXXX is a university supreme being, meaning, she is not a dean's lister or anything but is identified as a left-wing intellectual. XXXX - famous for the brave school paper editorials, famous for the hang up with the Student Government's major head.
How I got to know XXXX :
I got to know XXXX through the various extra curricular not-so-fun and not-your-typical college activities. I got acquainted with XXXX thru some beloved friends. There was NEVER an intention on my part to be at any point , get closer or even to hang out with XXXX. I mean, I am not XXXX's potential girl toy. XXXX is not my type. Too skinny, always on PMS.
Fast forward :
For the whole first semester of my sophomore year, I was hanging out with XXXX. It's not that I ever intended to hang out with XXXX, only that, the college was full of conceited beings that I won't bother to waste my time with, so XXXX became my meantime buddy.
There was zero intention to look at XXXX in a special way. XXXX was just an ordinary friend, I admire her intelligence and her adroit skill in Art Criticism. Though I wasn't sure why my relationship with XXXX created a little confusion. Most of our friends thought that there was something going on, wondered how could I pull XXXX easily to junk activities when she has very important matters to attend. My conclusion to that, XXXX could have been tired of fixing organization matters that she joined my scrupulous evil plan of hiding away from those responsibilities.
We went to all the activities. People see us together everywhere and they start to ask, "What are you guys?" and XXXX would just reply "Inggit lang kayo." But it was all out of fun. I don't know if there was something else beyond that meantime relationship. I don't even know if I like XXXX, or if XXXX liked me back. Or if I was infatuated with XXXX or just plain desperate and on rebound. But whatever XXXX was in my life, that I never get to figure out. But then, XXXX is cute XXXX is intelligent XXXX is weird XXXX is funny and XXXX most of all, tolerated me.
*"I want to do to you what spring does to cherry trees." - Pablo Neruda