A cup of tea... anyone?

It is funny.

Something has been bothering me.

I think I like him. But I'm not sure. I feel he's right for me. But I'm not sure. He seems like a nice person. But I'm not sure.

I saw him just now. It might be the last time I see him or even be in the same room with him. It was the first time I talked to him and by the looks of it might be the last. I don't think he took notice of me. Even if he did, I would still be another random chick to him.

Just being near him was a strange feeling. For one moment, I pictured us being together. Then, I just stared at him when he did the bible story. He just looked so amazingly good. I cannot help but smile. I tried to refrain from blinking my eyes to relinquish every single moment of that, just in case I might never see such perfect being ever again, just in case I might never have the chance to see him again. I love his humor, his friendliness, his spontaneous jokes, his passion for God and ROAR kids, his passion for photography and his love for martial arts and U2. I can tell that we have the same personality just by working with him for 3 weeks. But, who knows what his type is.

It's weird. It feels like I know him well yet we just met 3 weeks ago. Funny, I don't even know how I know this guy. I can't remember when, where and how I even knew his name before I even met him. It's so weird. It's like he just popped into my mind, out of no where. I know his name before meeting him for real which was 3 weeks ago!! I don't recall if someone introduced us or mutual friends or what. Before I knew it I was looking through his facebook page, his blog and looking out for him every time. AND! I don't even know how it started!!! How I even begin searching for him on FB or google. It must have started somewhere but I just don't know!! I also don't know how I even started liking him. It's so weird that I liked someone who I've haven't met but just knowing what's he like.

I think I missed him already. He's not mine, yet, I missed him. Does this spell torture?

Maybe its not meant to be. Well... if it isn't it isn't. But why is it still occupying my mind? Why am I typing like a silly, naive teenager? Ah... this is what Korean Dramas do to u. I keep feeling and thinking I will see him again under some unduly twist of fate.

Haih. Somehow, I feel satisfied that I've at least talked to him, even for 5 minutes. I'm glad. That he at least know of my existence.