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Five Rays of Sunshine

I think I met "gay-best-friend-that-I-never-had" this afternoon, as I was making a beeline towards the underpass. Apparently, I wasn't the only one fascinated by the brilliant blue of my umbrella.

"Ate, pasukob naman. Lakas ng ulan eh."

Forever the puzzled, I felt that time delay which allowed me to sort out the situation.

"What?"

I knew I was frowning a little but I also had the urge to laugh because some strangers really do have the courage to ask permission from people whom they have just seen on the street! I was simply too amused that I obliged and even let him hold my umbrella. For the next 3-minute walk, I found out where he's from, his school, how high the flood is in front of SM, and that you can ride an FX to Paranaque! We even looked at the same boys and wore eyeliners. Cool, yeah? :) As we came to my exit, I had mixed thoughts: should I walk him to his exit? Should I ask for his number? How about his name? But just like in the movies, I let go.

"Ingat."

Relationships are defined by how much or how not-so-much people give in to them. Our instant friendship is already perfect in an unconventional way; I don't want to mar it. If we're meant to be true friends, then destiny always has that special way of making people's paths cross. The excitement of waiting, of anticipating, of hoping for that repeat encounter.. Don't you love the feeling? I know I do. Perhaps on a day similar to this one, I'll meet him again. And perhaps on a day similar to this one, I'll get his name and number, too.

P.S.
Gay BFF is just one of today's five rays of sunshine.

blueberry had a little lamb last 8/24/2011 10:49:00 PM

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