The love of my life woke me up today, for homecoming. While I was bathing, I texted him to ask where is he at, since he sounded too 'awake'. He told me he woke up to vomit (since he's sick) and I believed him. Too tired to think anymore anyway.
When I left my house, 10 minutes before reporting time, he was right there. His voice greeted me when I stepped out of the lift. So warm. Should've just ran to him and hugged him, no?
But me being me, and still hurting from yesterday's realization, just smiled and asked him to hurry. He bought Coke for me at the shop and we cabbed to school. Some very awkward silence filled the cab since I didn't really want to talk and I guess he didn't know if he should speak to me?
Reached school anyway.
Right when everything else was blur, be it the game, the pain, the tedium, or whatnot, he was the only one who remained in focus throughout. He, who regardless of the cough he has, the game he had later, that nagging dreariness he'd feel from waking up so early in the morning to cab to my area, came. He came.
He stood by me, taught me how to do volley when I could almost kick myself in the face in frustration for not knowing how to do it no matter how many times I tried, and encouraged me throughout when I played as the last man.
Know how hard it struck me?
I could fall and never stand up, without you.
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