Nostalgic Remnants

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     I really, really, really liked him. It was farcical that I was that in "love" with him. I just couldn't help but admire the loose curls that swished to the right side. And his smile was just as mesmerizing as his azure eyes. The way that his pink lips stretched while cute dimples appeared on each side of his cheek. They were asymmetrical, causing me to fall even more.

     I really wanted to caress his hot-toffee hair, kiss those soft pink lips, and cuddle with him. When looking back, the state I was in was almost risible.

     Whenever I had the chance to talk to Gris, it was as though my humanity was stripped from my very bones and I became someone who was pliable.

     Gris could order me to manducate on pebbles and I would do so.

     Hell, I liked him so much that I would scrutinize him. In fact, I knew all the classes he had. I was just that non compos mentis.

     However, everything changed when second quarter started.

     I curse myself everyday on how I didn't notice in the past. The signs he was giving, not only to me but to everybody, were so obvious. It was so vexatious. I couldn't believe I missed such a salient emotion swirling in the depths of his cobalt eyes. And yet I knew everything about him.

     Well, at least I thought I did.

     When second quarter rolled by, Gris was absent for one week. I began to fidget and I started to profusely fret about him. Though it was when the newspaper came out that I found out he had committed suicide.