This is a story about a boy who does not have my blog address.

He was fair, slightly chubby and geeky. He was artistic, a slacker and hilarious.

He burnt a cd for my birthday and gave it to me anonymously.

He heard me snoring on the phone late one night during one of our long phone chats after he came back from using the washroom.

He never asked me out. We were never together.

He moved on, to his longstanding crush of 5 years.

We did not talk for 2 years.

And then, he returned.

And we were close for a season, following a particularly difficult period of mine.

We had common interests - shopping, singing, eating, good music. We had a common past.

He baked me cookies. He fetched me around. He thought my bag looked cool and on that exclamation, insisted on carrying it for me.

He had a beaming smile and smiley eyes that shone almost 90% of the time. He walked in shuffling manner, with drooped shoulders. He was gentle and sometimes shy.

We shared alittle more with each other about the 2 years when we didn't talk. He sheepishly but honestly revealed to me some of the things he was more ashamed of doing and thinking. I can still remember what he said. I can still remember how he said these smiling a little and looking to the ground, not wanting to really look me in the eye.

and den, he left. or i left. thank God. He isn't Christian. He's now attached.

i loved the idea of him. but he's no longer what i'm looking for.

(((PS: To my 2 friends who knows who he is... SHHHH pls don't telllll!!!! )))