Not really. He's one of those people who loves the same thing I dearly love: Music.
He's a musician. He plays the piano and an occasional guitar. He sings. He's tenor who can be a soprano if only you'd trust my judgment.
Honestly, he sings really well - almost at par with my Papa, who can sing his way through a kundiman without a flinch.
Yet, that shouldn't be in question because we are members of the same choir. Aside from the choir, we get to interact a bit more than other acquaintances normally would because we're taking up the same course. Thus, we suffer almost the same hardships in terms of academics. :)
Because of these two commonalities, I get to see him a lot. That's where the problem comes in, or rather, the love affair.
I've learned to love him. I don't know if it can be called romantic but it's something more than my usual brotherly love for my Kisa, LB and Twin.
It all started when we decided to sing this duet just for the sake of singing and we actually sounded good together. After that,we began to hang out more often. We would practice for a gig in a cafe or in the party of a friend. In the process, I got to know him and I realized just how much fun I have when I'm with him.
He was by no means as funny as LB. He was not even like Kisa. Not a bit. He's more of LB, only taller. Of course, he's far from my Twin. And in case you're wondering, he's so different from my one and only old flame.
That's why i couldn't figure out why I'm writing a "love affair" column for this guy. Maybe, it's because he brings out the motherly instincts in me. He's like a younger brother who has to be protected and listened to.
Yet, this only affirms why I'm writing about him. I love him. I care for him. And i don't want him to get hurt... by me.
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