"I Date Strangers, Not Friends."

First impressions can be deceiving. People might have different qualities that they're attracted to but it often revolves around the person's looks. Whether it be their eyes or their clothes, it is this kind of quality that provokes one to pursue another. It is never or rarely the inside appearance. For one thing, it's hard to find especially if you don't know the person at all. Even if someone doesn't look appealing to the eye, they could have a great personality but is often missed due to their lack of beauty on the outside. In honest truth, Ris and I met under the same circumstances. We were both interested in each other's looks and it goes on from there.

But....But, it doesn't mean that we like each other just because I find her very attractive and vice versa. It may have began that way, but it certainly didn't cease my endless fond for her. With this said, it made me wonder about certain things. Ris once mentioned to me that she preferred to date people that are not close to her (or strangers) rather than people that she knew very well (or friends). It sort of scared me in a way. As we were approaching the end of summer, the grand finale of the first season, the climax of the story thus far, we were getting along just fine. We were becoming friends and if you read above, she doesn't date friends.

(Don't worry, it's not us. We're closer. I love drawing before! =])

In fact, I always bothered her with the question: "Are we friends?"
She would smile and respond "Yeah." Everytime.
I mean, being friends is ok. However, the longer I stayed beside her and the more I really got to know her, the more I worried about being just friends. See, I didn't want that. I wanted to be more than that. I wanted her.

It kills me when I can't read her. I was clueless as to what she wanted our relationship to be. The confusion was built up by the constant mention of other men in her lives, the befuddling expression she sometimes gave, the teasing (Haha...all though it was some of the more memorable laughs =)), our uniquely flirtatious ways, among other hard-to-interpret scenes.

So, I kept thinking of the right words to say to her. When's the right time? What happens if she says 'no'? How should I do it? For weeks, it kept me up at night and didn't know if I had the guts to tell her that I wanted to be hers, and if she'll be mines. Who wouldn't worry at such an uncertainty as to confessing to someone you like? Maybe, I got the wrong idea and she just wanted to be friends.

Then I recalled something that she wanted to do. She wanted to just go to the beach. It was perfect: fun in the sun, our feet soaked in water and sand, romantic shades to hang out under, and so on. It was the right time to confess to her once and for all. The grand finale. But things don't always turn out the way you wanted it to...