Him whose name I never knew.
I have a classmate in Photography Class who will forever be memorable to me.
He’s not my type, physically, but he has amazing talents in music. He is a saxophonist and gets paid big to play. He is even good in flute. I have not heard him play but in my mind I really thought he was very interesting.
I get kilig when he talks to me. We love comparing photos and asking each other’s opinion about our plates. I spend more more than 8 hours in the dark room per week. That’s the amount of time I spend with him.
Our class officially ended today. We talked again before saying goodbye, congratulating each other for surviving the semester. He walked away, I walked away. Still I do not know his name.
If one day, you happen to stumble upon this blog post, I’d like you to know that you are worth remembering.
Kilig days over. Moving on to the next and sadly, the last semester.
