He is my classmate, my seat mate, my friend, and my crush. He knows how much I like Him (even if I haven't confess yet) but he doesn't mind. He didn't stay away from me. He still keep me beside Him. Sometimes I wonder, if it's good or not. Because the more we are together, the more I get to know Him, the more He makes me feel so special, the more I am falling for Him. At the end of the day, "our" memories together is all that matters to me. I remember the first day I saw him. It was the first day of school. He came late and sits at the corner of the room. Then our professor came and re-arrange our sitting position alphabetically. We became seatmates. That's when I noticed His eyes. His fierceful eyes. I just couldn't help but to look at them. It was wonderful and painful. After the class, I took the courage to ask for His name. When I thought that He snob me, He stood up and offer His right hand. It was the first, the softest and warmest handshake ever. That's the start of our friendship and the start of my unrequited feelings for Him. Everything has it ends and one day, He falls in love and "our" days ended eventually. "It hurts" I blurted out to him "Who hurt you?" He said with a worried voice I took out a picture of him "this person hurt me" "how dare him hurt you! Let me kick his for you" I was taken by his words. He doesn't only knows me but he also understand me. "Can you? I wanna punch his face, just once" "Of course I will! Hurting you means he wanna die early" I smiled and lean my head on his shoulder "thank you" I whisper "But seriously" his voice became serious "what do you want me to do? Do you want me to stay away for awhile" "No. ..please" it scares me. Knowing that my crush already left me, I don't want him, my friend, to leave me too. "Promise me, you'll stay.. .that you won't leave" He nod and holds my hand like our first meeting. Soft and warm. Sometimes, we couldn't do anything but to just love someone and stay as friend forever.