This story is before I met him.

I don’t know… I just… remembered it suddenly.

He was a year older than me, a senior of mine. I never asked him if he knew I existed then but I know him. He was one of the dorky, popular guys in school, and what made him famous was the fact that he get along well with anybody. Unlike me. I kept mostly to myself. I had few friends and I kept it that way then.

My favorite spot… I don’t think I really had one. I just… chose whatever suits me – anywhere quiet with no or at least a few people. I’ve always liked solitude. I like thinking things through, just wondering about.

So it was a shock then, that I heard footsteps coming to my direction during lunch one time, as I sit behind the school gym, a composition notebook in hand and heard a girl confessing right after the footsteps halted.

I remembered shrugging my shoulders, thinking it wasn’t an unusual occurrence in such places, until I heard his voice.

“Noona I’m –”

I peeked and saw them kissing. Or at least I think they were since I can only see the guy’s bewildered eyes because the girl was turned away from me.

I was curious, a lot of questions circling my mind – should I leave? Why is that boy holding his hand up like he’s surrendering?

I was still asking myself when I realized the boy’s eyes met mine.

My heart thumped loudly – I was caught peeking and eaves-dropping. What a