He finally updated his blog.
These little and far-in-between updates are what I cherish the most. They are precious. Because, they are the only windows that I have to his mind.
He asked me once, “Why is it that you chose to like me?”
I had no answer. I still don’t have one.
I don’t know why. I don’t think I’ll ever know why. And I don’t think I ever want to know why.
It’s nice, this unfinished business that I have with him; all the awkwardness and the clumsiness that happens when he’s around, the blushes and stutterings, the stumblings and fallings…
I don’t know what it is. Some call it being crushed, some call it foolishness. I prefer to call it a lot like love!