Altruist-Works

How about the time when the class was heading to the science laboratory. That day I was exhausted and I find myself humming to a tune. And to my surprise, I heard a voice that was singing silently to my humms and it was you.

Just like the other afternoon where the class was tired from the group work and the weather was just so dry. I was just sitting at the farthest corner of the room and you were three feet away from me, I began wording out the lyrics to my favorite song and when I stopped, you continued it silently.

Having those moments were fun, and I didn’t think that could happen. But it did, and it made me feel happy no matter how exhausted I was. No matter how down I felt each day was.

Because, it was a bit peculiar. The songs I listened to wasn’t something you hear on a daily basis, the songs that was released way before, even before 2009, some long before we were born. Yet you recognize them, something that the people around us wouldn’t.

You made me feel special, and not alone. You made me feel like I wasn’t just the odd one out, like I wasn’t the only nail that sticks out. It felt like we could be the only one who could understand each other. For what’s it like to be different; having a different perspective, or a trying out all perspectives. That was something we shared.

We were rebels, against the current. Not go with the flow, not the yes-man. I wasn’t too afraid to show what I am, but I was too afraid to let people know how I feel. And you were afraid of the rejection, you'll get when they see your true colors. You really aren't hiding, but they just don't really see you the way you are. And I too, probably do not see you as what you are completely, but I see what you are capable of.

When I was weak you were strong; when I was trying to be strong, you were at your low. If I may say something that I had felt that I should have said earlier, it would be that you should not be afraid to show who you are, you should not be afraid to not be what they like. Please, stay you.

Remember that night we were at the staircase? Where I thought would be the last night and day that our paths had crossed and will cross? You knew from my stare and I knew from yours, we were both frustrated. I know that what you saw in my eyes looked like it was disappointment. But it’s not. And it’s not pity either.

I wish I could’ve talk to you when that night still hadn’t come. I wish I could’ve talked to you that night when everyone was in slumber. But that night I was cowardly. The days before that, also cowardly. That night you were also in deep thoughts and you needed rest.

That night, I never slept because I was just staring at your silhouette that was at my right, seven feet away from me. There was silence past the enjoying laughter the people downstairs were making. From the other side of the covered rooftop terrace, you could see the lights on the next city’s bridge 10 kilometers away from where we were standing.

The people around us didn’t have their guard up. They were just tired from the all-day activities that felt like we were family, or they were at least.