When the Time Is Ours
I think we were supposed to meet each other in 2017 when I nearly would be a freshman to your sophomore year.
But time decided to postpone it until this year.
It’s 3 years later.
Do I hate it?
Not at all.
I’m a believer of what happens now, it has something to do with right now.
Not yesterday.
Not tomorrow.
If we had met 3 years ago in our university — our major — we would’ve been closer, but it might not too.
Cause it was our workplace that brought us together.
Went to the separate towns to study, but this 31-story building connects us, exactly right in a small transit room on the 29th floor.
Did I see it coming?
Absolutely never.
A lot has happened, means a lot has canceled too.
Plans got traded with plans.
Worse with better, but sometimes it was also better with worse.
The question is, how do you know if it’s a worse one or a better one for you?
I never knew having another person in your car that morning would end up getting me on an evening photoshoot session with you and a car ride just the two of us.
For a couple of hours, I was disappointed that you didn’t hop on your vehicle to the office, but it was paid off — more than enough — when it was apparently just the two of us who were available that day and it got us riding on the MRT and the bus together.
We wandered around the mall just to find a better choice for lunch.
The RJ in my tote bag met the standee RJ, but I was the one who smiled.
You said it was your first time eating there, huh?
Well, please remember it as pleasant assistance.
So anytime you’re craving for udon again, you will have a comforting memory to recall that continually warms up your dishes.
And it seems so endless.
If we had left earlier that evening, the rainstorm wouldn’t have any chance to rock us, and that black jacket of yours wouldn’t have ended up on my shoulders.
I saw you shivering in the cold mist and strong wind.
Your face was full of water splash, even my glasses were too blurry for me to see your adorable face.
Our hair was like sewer rats, but it was okay because rain after work was a magic mantra to spend time longer with you, in your jacket.
I am a full-time poker-faced but the desire to hug you was flaring very uncooperatively that night.
I wish I was someone who could give you a warm hug.
Thank you for being a burst of sunshine even it was only for 2.5 months.
I don’t know if we’ll ever meet again.
I don’t know if we’ll be this close again.
But when the lights are off and people say it’s the time to make a wish,
I’ll make sure to mention your name,
So your life will always be happy and surrounded by people who give you warmth,
Just like what you always did to me.
You always are summer in my winter.
