don mclean*

you're a world class ass, and everyone else thinks so too.

but what they don't know is that you'd wake me up at 6:30 to tell me to get started studying. they don't know that you not only know how to cook corned beef but surprises that involve corned beef as well. they don't know that you'll drive the 34 kilometers between here and UP Diliman to make sure that hotel dues are paid and the chocolate donuts from cello's are bought and delivered. you spoil me, and that's not even the half of it.

they don't know that you can tease me so, me and my so-called cabanatuan accent when i speak in english. they don't know that you're the type who'd mock how a girl says "bag" and "sandwich" and "water" and "center" and force her to say these words over and over again until both of you are having the biggest laugh of your lives. they don't know that you enjoy my attempts at a british accent and that somehow, you noticed that i speak "can't" funny.

thank god that they don't know that you can say "baby" in ten million different ways and somehow, be able to send a thrill down some girl's spine. or that you write the shortest but sweetest of notes. they don't know that you refuse to put down the phone until the short goodbye becomes a long drawn out conversation, involving a couple more jokes and smiles.

thank god people will never know about our "phone-e-oke" and how i sing quite poorly next to you. or, that when i tried to sing you a song you ended up singing cause i botched up the lyrics. and while they - nor i - will ever ever figure out how we manage to stay on the phone for hours on end, i know that it's something that'll be very hard to give up.

thank god i learned all these about you before you had to go and say goodbye. some lucky girl has won your heart and you know that's forever. but thank you for being a friend, just like you said you were, and for showing me that behind every big ass is an asswipe.