Thanks.

I don't know if you're reading this or not. Either way, I don't care. I just feel like penning out my emotions here.

Yes, I'm going through my usual haphazard mood swings now. Damn. This chapter of my life is long over, and yet I still feel the urge to crap about it.

Well, considering that I've never crapped about this before...

I remembered back then, about a year ago, when I met you, I merely assumed you're just another person whom I'll meet, befriend and forget sooner or later. That's what I nearly did with my other group of friends. I didn't know nothing, because I was a timid, unfaithful young child; home to a rather jejune, childish mind. It was unnerving, really, because I was this close to being some sadistic bastard who never treasure anything other than my dreadful self.

I didn't know much, because I rarely mix with females. I didn't know how to communicate with them, how to approach them in a manner that won't end up with my pride annihilated. And now, I still wonder who started it first. Was it you whom took the initiative and befriended me? Yes. I really think so. You and your extrovert personality forged a path to our friendship. I would've never even thought of opening that path beforehand.

The role of Facebook could never be denied. You were, really, the first girl whom I could chat with on Facebook for more than thirty minutes, which was an accomplishment for me. And it was all because of your gregarious attitude. I recalled that at first, I stumbled to reply to your messages, as I did not know how to continue an active conversation. Little did I know that in just a mere few days, I actually chatted with you more than anyone else on my Facebook friend list.

Until now, I still doubt your honesty when you said you'll miss me when I go overseas in the future for further education. Yet, you just seemed so sincere back then, so I really don't know.

And I remembered what you used to call me. I personally found it really, really sweet. Now, you usually address me by my real name, and frankly speaking, I ain't that used to it.

I will always treasure the times when we had lunch together. You were the first girl, no, the first schoolmate that did so, just the both of us. I indirectly learned how to communicate with females when its just the two of us, as I used to rely on the help of other people to start topics with girls in the past.

And there was once when I complained about me being sort of an introvert, one whom seldom attempts to socialize with the community, as I feared that I will be rejected. I remembered with clarity that you told me to smile, to smile the widest smile every time I meet people. And I tried to do so, been improving day after day.

You were the only one who actually cared for me last time, really. It was only because of you that I felt appreciated, at least someone knew and appreciated my existence.

It kept getting better since then.

The days when we shared a blog, which was your idea if I'm not mistaken. Twenty posts, nothing much really. Except that one post where we literally wrote our feelings towards each other. It was bittersweet, really, but just by reading that post, even now, it never failed to make me smile.

And yes, there's a reason why my first karaoke session was still the best one.

Things happened, and our friendship became unstable, to the point where it could break any second. But we didn't give up, so it lasted a lot longer than it should be. Until that particular week which I would not mention.

I really had no intention of chasing you after that, yet I really, really just wanted to spend time with you. Glad that we recovered somewhat quickly.

The times when you glued yourself onto me, when we held hands in the train, when you leaned on my shoulder, and the time when I hugged you, they made me feel a kind of warmth which I'd never felt before.

But it all ended in a high note I guess. An outing together, or an unofficial date, although technically it wasn't a date since we were just "more than friends". With that, I placed a full stop to that chapter of my life, a chapter filled with excitement, happiness, suspense, and a soaring climax until the near end, when it all concluded with satisfaction.

I've never liked a girl for this long.

Thank you really, really much, for once becoming part of my life, changing me, maturing my thoughts, turning me from a shy young boy to a more outgoing person, making me feel appreciated and strengthening my mentality. You changed me more than you think, and it's all (mostly) towards the positive path.

Really, thanks for creating a story in my life. (: