Everything You're Not

I was sitting on the bleachers looking at Dann…looking at the real him. Remembering when I was younger.
It gives me the best smile, one that is enough to make my cheeks blush. He knows what he’s doing to me so he smiles the more I run. I don’t want to look weak in front of him. He stares at nothing, I stare at his everything. When he laughs it’s the most wonderful sound I hear and want to hear again and again. When he talks to me, it’s like listening to a melody. I drown myself it in and then he catches me breathless. Everybody likes him. I don’t mind girls swarming around him. Yes, his handsome but he unconsciously sleeps on my shoulder I pray that tomorrow will never come. He denies it but he’s a show off…yeah. Witty athletic, artistic and he can even play the violin. Gosh. “What can you not do?” I sigh.
I was still on the bleachers. I now looked at the person sitting beside me. He was looking ahead. Features were just average. He knew a little soccer. He teaches me sometimes. He sleeps in class. We laugh at him. He tells us jokes most of the time they’re corny but we still laugh anyway. I remember when he was the only one who wore formal clothes on April Fools. He was flustered but the red on his cheeks looked good on him. He was known for his never-say-die attitude. He’s like “go go go!” in everything. Jack of all trades, Master of None, and his appetite for food? Unbelievable.
I laughed at the memory. He looked at me.
“Now what’s funny?” he asked
“I can’t believe this Miko.” His expression shifted. I kept laughing
“He’s just everything you’re not…” He looked confused.
I still smiled. I tightened my grip between our hands. I said it again “He’s everything, you’re not…coz you’re the only one who can make me feel this way”. I leaned to peck him on the cheek. He blushed. It was my favorite shade of pink. He looked embarrassed, He tried to look down but I saw him smile one sweet shy smile.
“That’s more like it” I encourage him.
“You know I should be the one who should say that this is unbelievable. I can’t believe you choose me over Dann”
“He’s just too Mr. Perfect”. I teased.
“Thank you, Therese, Really” I know he still felt insecure so I tugged him at his arm and moved closer to him. I don’t care about what others would think about what I was doing. I rested my head on his shoulder, the only place I feel peaceful and calm. I could feel his nose and lips in my hair. He loved its smell.
“I love you..” he was almost whispering but I swear they’re the only words I’d die to hear from him even if I had ti trade it with everything … everything he’s not.