He who makes me puzzled

He...

Somehow I got clueless, but sometimes theres a lot about him that I want to tell.

He...

Who's got me puzzled all these years.

I don't even know where to begin.

Now I found myself speechless.

He is the reason why I so hate charming guys.

He was so damn charming that he could make girls fall over heels on him.

I mean, seriously... and I am no exception.

I could say that I had fall a little bit for him. Crush I supposed. Just a little..

Well who could blame me?

I couldn't resist. The charms, the sweet-talks, the intelligence. And the thoughtfulness! Damn it!

He..

I could say, I could slightly remember, that when I recite the poem, he was the only one who listen. He was the only one who sort of pay real attention to me. The way he looks at me kinda give me the feeling... like I was appreciated.

When the other guy jokingly said I was beautiful, he immediately agreed. As in to save me from being humiliated. He somehow made my day.

When I broke my brooch, and I really need to wear it, in the dark, near the beach, he voluntarily tried to really fix it. And yes, He did. He did fix the brooch. He fix it as I was someone special to him. He fix it like he cared. Such small things, and how he even care for the small details... I feel like he's my saviour... at that time.

See? How could I not fall for that? He's intelligent and yet he fix things.

He even miscalled when I was sad. I can still recall hiding from him in that van, so he won't see my sad-sulking face.

I can say, he makes me feel like a woman ♥

Yeah, but he's arrogant yet he stay humble in a way that most people won't. [???]

Sometimes, I tell myself that maybe the kindness, and the thoughtfulness was just in his nature. That's him. The good guy, the sweet talker, the prince charming... that's just him...naturally.

Yet, I still think he let his cell in front of me on purpose that night. Yes.

That night when we was coming back from that vacation, I was sitting right behind him.

The bus was going to his place first, but right before arriving, I can clearly tell that he was making a call.

So, him leaving his cell doesn't make sense, isn't it?

So we left him, and went to our place. I switch my sit, so I could have a bigger space to sleep, and suddenly, I heard the ringtone. The ringtone coming from his cell. But then, I no longer sat there so it wasn't me who picked up.

I can still clearly heard like the way she answer the phone was like he was questioning her, why was she the one who picked up. And she was like need to explain why she was there and ... So it ended by him asking her to give it to some other guy friend.

It still keeps me wondering though, up till today.

Does he really left it on purpose, so I'd picked up???

♫  Oh, look what you've done

You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun

Until you lose what you had won ♫

He and I... we still got "unfinished business" between us.

But I don't know if I even want to see him.

I don't know.

I really don't.