Still You

So how many years has it been since the last time I got a glimpse of you?

Oh one or two years ago. Right. You were there standing a couple of rows behind in the church, and then the following Sunday you were sitting on my left side. We were asked to find partners, it should be you, I felt your stare at my back, probably waiting for me but I turn to my right and grab whoever that is.

I thought I have forgotten you

I was browsing my media account, stalking someone else.

I was browsing my media account, stalking someone else. inlike you. So I browsed his account and watched every video, at first I was enjoying it, there were videos of him singing and dancing.

You know I don't like dancing, but I was with you when I first saw him, he was on the stage drenched with sweat, and moves gracefully, it was the first time I ever watch a dance performance.

You know who I am talking about.

You know him.

SO I stalked him. But then I started to get bored of his videos.

Watching his videos became a habit of mine.

Until lately, I found my self bored with his videos and his antics.

You told me before

TO do my self a favor and never compare you to anyone else, for I will just look for more of you. You were so proud of your self, youare so oconfident. COnfident that no one will be ever compared to you.

Until the day I met him. And I told you I asked him to join me in work. You just smiled at me and my decision. It was him who was there when I was sad and not you.

He was there when I needed to talk with you about my day. He witnessed my sufferings but he is just a witness. He dared not to even interfere.

I never forgotten you when he was there.

I just thought I have.

Yes. It is true that his videos made me smile, giddy

but

Today

Today when I opened my social media account it was your video

. It was shared by our friends, perhaps to show me that you are doing fine.

I am happy you are doing fine.

I smiled immediately when I saw you on that video.

That's when I realize

No one can ever take your place in my heart.

So I played it.

You were now a police inspector being interviewed by known broadcaster.

The moment I heard your voice, my lips began to smile , not just a simple smile but a stupid smile. Ooops I was not at home when I watched your video so I look stupid to the eyes of others. I look stupidly proud of you. I wanted to shout and brag that you are my friend. My once confidante, the friend I love, the one who never judge but pray.

I left a comment on your video not even waiting to be recognized

but you acknowledge my comment and gave a reply, telling me that it is still the old you just newer. And I know I know that it was, is, and STILL the one I cherish.