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Lonesome Blues

There was this guy I’ve been looking for since I was in second year of my college course. He is kind of invisible in some times and some ordinary days at the campus. My friends surely didn’t notice him – they’ll only start looking for that kind of face if I tell them, but I know that’s not gonna happen. Right now, I promised myself that’s not gonna happen. Not that I don’t like it, I don’t like their teases and all sort of things. I prefer to be discreet nowadays, I want to be silent and unnoticeable. No matter how I try to be invisible, I have a feeling I’ll never be like that, especially when I was once one of the said to be the ‘best’ class everyone’s been talking about – though it’s not really like that. And if I’ll tell them, I guess they will not like the way he look. Not being judgmental, but I can sense when they hate a person or not. Plus, I don’t think they have to know my business. I don’t give a damn about theirs.

                He have brown hair, I can still remember how it glow when a light flash above him, showing that dusky shade which compliments his lighter face. His eyes were round, I can’t say of what color, I never have the chance to be near him since I first saw him. It looks kind of weary, like he was tamed forever – full of innocence and kindness. As usual for guys, he has that swag on his walk and pride in his stand. I never heard his voice, nor catch a smell of his scent. I never saw him smile yet, or maybe I have, I just forgot. Whenever he walks in to the hallway, I can’t seem to shift my sight away, it’s like he’s dragging me towards him and demanding me to stare. I don’t know what I saw in him, or what I would see whenever I look at him. There’s nothing weird or strange feeling really, I just want to gaze at him and smile without reasons at all. I want to look at his long hair, those eyes, those lips, that charmingly good-looking face, and the way you expect him to be at school days – loser-like.

But to be real, he’s not innocent at all, I may think he’s not even kind and he is kind of a ‘wild one’. He is a skater dude, a thrasher as what was known in our place. He has a band, where he plays the guitar. He’s not a loser at all when he’s on the stage, and I was looking at him like I’m too small which belonged to the very low-life species. He rocks the whole place with his music whenever his band plays on the stage. He whips his hair back and forth when the sound grew too intense and hardcore that everyone would think they’re crazy. People would say his band is already drunk when they perform, some even thought they were stoned or high. Even I could never understand them sometimes, but I know what I like, and I think I might have got what they’re trying to mean in their music. That’s how they roll, as what we usually say. They were a rock band, and he belonged to that rock band no matter how I look at him. He loves that kind of music, and he can express his self with that kind of music. So I don’t think I’ve got to have a problem with that.

It’s funny how I never knew him, yet how I support him in his every wants. It’s just like becoming a fan to an infamous celebrity you know will always be different from ordinary days to special occasions.