Katrina Villacisneros.
kmvillacisneros
just wanted to remind u c’: 
sophomore barbecue with my girls @raynatian, @nicolethenickel and @eunicetin ;) <3 (Taken with instagram)
(Source: daphneemarie, via nevahsorendah)
Every step melted into the pavement.
“Why are you here?”
“Making sure you don’t die of course.”
She’s a leftie. I thought that was the coolest thing in the world back then. It also meant that I could be on her right and still be able to see what she was writing.
“I do this all the time. I look up when I reach an intersection.”
She was my favorite tutee. Not the fastest to catch on, but definitely my favorite. Perhaps it was in the eyes: an inquisitive twinkle that just invited recognition.
“That’s still dangerous you know.”
The seasons passed, and soon she was no longer my tutee: no longer mine. I felt the absence of being needed. It tore.
“I know.”
We ended up even closer in high school: distance no longer an issue. I still helped her, except no longer under former formalities. I think that helped us—helped me. Because, I was afraid that everything would have changed: afraid our relationship would have torn.
“Seriously, one day you are going to get hit while reading.”
I ended up asking her to prom. I’ve found that the bonds we form with our friends all sort of oscillate in a certain manner. There are times where you feel like they make your world blossom, and there are other times where you rather share with someone else the fact that a girl you had a crush on for months finally started a conversation with you. It’s simply natural.
“So, everyone dies sooner or later.”
I am so proud of how far she has come though. From that little tutee I stumbled upon long ago, she’s grown—a slightly taller version—in academics and maturity: taking on challenging courses that she wouldn’t have thought of taking, running for ASB and throwing herself out there, and learning how to handle her own busy schedule by herself.
“You’re horrible. At least I can lookout for you this one time then, if you must.”
I realize that I don’t have to desperately cling onto these bonds, despite how deeply I’m clawing already. She’s going to be fine. I’ll let our bond waver, but I don’t have to sever it.
“Fine.”
She’s like the little sister that I never had. And at one point, I will just have to stop holding her hand, even though I’m the one who needs it more.
#80 Hanning X. on 2012-05-24 21:49 (Reply)
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hanningxing: tell me when you get on a computer i want to show you something… go to number #80…. i was thinking of something to write today and so i wrote about u
