A/N: RANDOM ONE SHOTS. I'm more comfortable with this. :) sorry. now back to work. pardon my grammar, no proofread, done in 10 minutes.

btw, it's his fault---i'm frustrated because of him but i love him...so guess who's this. :)

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The thought of having a girlfriend is nice. Having one…well, it’s cool.

Having someone by your side, the feel of not being alone or a loner, just having someone to call your own…sigh. But the basics in a relationship – why are those so simple yet complicated?

It’s like meeting up is mandatory. Needing to see each other every day, spending some “quality” time together, holding hands, cuddling, even kissing…the mushy stuffs. Checking each other every morning, endless text messages on between every night for the days recap, etc….double sigh.

Why can’t all relationships be like a married couple in their 20^th anniversary? Comfortable enough and does not need to always show the best foot forward? Just plain used to each other- knowing you’d be together all your life. Just be together. Period.

…and I’m not even sure why I have such that kind of a mind set.

She was everything I liked in a girl. Like, she was the boy version of me – we just simply complement each other. She doesn’t play the skate board but her wardrobe’s funkier than mine. She’s comfortable with herself and is not afraid to look foolish if it makes other people smile. She’s smart, a street-wise. She listens well, a great support.

And I thought we were just going to be just the best of friends but not until that faithful night when I accidentally crashed into her because of a wrong twist of my foot on the unstable pavement. My board rolled away while I had her in my arms when she tried to catch me and not fall flat-face on the ground. It was the timing, everything was right, and we kissed.

No need for confirmation. We were together.

And she started acting weird. Getting all showy and naggy. Text messages all throughout the day, kisses on the cheek, hold hands…hugs when we’re alone. I liked it for a bit but it’s getting exhausting. I’m not naïve but it’s simply not in my nature.

That’s why I hide. Not answering her calls, ignoring the messages…avoiding any contacts when we’re with friends or in public. And I’m always asleep when she visits. But I love seeing her, I love hearing her voice, I like… I like it when were together.

And she was still there when I needed her. She’s too happy when I give her the attention. I guess, she’s more of the giver while I’m the taker.

I was a trainee, almost debuting. The pressure was too much and I had to let go of things. I wanted this path, she knew it. She let me go. She didn’t cry, she simply said goodbye.

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Now I’m up on the stage, smiling to hundreds then thousands of fans. I’m living the life. I love the attention but I love the distance. But something was missing.

Then I saw her, in one of our guerilla-gig. She’s no longer the skater-dressed girl as much as I’m in a flowery suite uniform, she’s in skirts and high heels, smiling up at me, making a quick wave. I smiled, delighted she was here.

It was nice seeing her, looking all so cute. She was rubbing her hands and placing it on her face to warm her. I wanted to hold those hands, missing the warmth it used to give me.

And there was he.

A jacket too big covered her, hands between his. Exchanging smiles that reached their eyes. A hug, and a kiss on the forehead. She likes that. And it’s breaking my heart right now.

He faced me, gave a polite bow. She smiled back at me, waved and walked away with him.

…and it was the queue, I’m to sing now…”…..listen.”

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