My previous post was a really short one (so much for a 'depressing' post). Guess what, I only write those type of posts when I get super duper sad or frustrated. Have to admit here, I am definitely not depressed. Why should I even be? There are more reasons for me to stay happy rather than being depressed which brings no good at all. So, yeah! 

The title was a bit confusing, wasn't it? Like..there are so many things you can relate to jog. Well today I am going to write about this one guy I jogged with few days ago.

Me and him, well, we've been neighbours for years and the last time we talked (minus the jog part) was around 1 year ago I guess? When I was 12, we used to walk and talk about everything and he was -LOL- my (kinda) guy best friend. He was rich, super duper nice, friendly and well, best guy friend I could ask for that time. As years grow older, we started falling apart. His popularity increased rapidly for he was friends with those who were ''known'' at school. And what happened to me?

I just...I don't know. I became me I guess? It's been 2 years now. And situation still gets awkward as we walk pass each other at the hall way. I don't even know if I should say 'hi' anymore. It seemed like he barely knew me, he looked as if he wanted to avoid me. Those times were the worst part of our friendship (if we still had that). I miss talking to him.

Honestly, I miss him. The way he smiles and he laughs, random jokes he cracked, those little things matter a lot to me. And now that those things are gone, I can really feel the loss. Earlier this year, we were strangers! When I look at him, I can see the memories we had in his eyes. It was so sad to know what happened to both of us. How did any of this happen? We don't know. It started.. just like that. Maybe we were destined to not talk anymore? Maybe. 

But last week, he had been talking me into jogging with him but I always rejected his request because I was such a lazy ass and I didn't think it was important to my life. 

Days after that, I finally motivated myself into doing pilates and zumbas. I thought that I need a healthier life than this. So, I started doing Cassey (blogilates)'s beginner's calendar and on Day 2, I asked him if he would join me for a jog. He said yes. And hours before our jog started, my heart was beating so fast. I was so scared to see him. After all these years? After all these awk moments? We are finally meeting. Like, just the two of us. Then, I started imagining how things would be between us. I started thinking about a lot of things. I couldn't bear to let those things happen again. 

That morning, I somehow created a convo (an idea of how our convo is gonna be bc ya) and we promised to meet at 8. He wasn't punctual tho, he arrived 30 mins late. He was supposed to meet me outside, so I went outside. Put on my shoes and walked to him. I just greeted him and smile. Next, he asked me how far do I wanna jog. I told him that I don't mind, i'll just follow him. So, we jogged a few laps and we talked about things. 

At that moment, I was happy, I started to believe that we could start this over again. I was given a chance, and I'd be stupid if I didn't take it. So I grabbed the chance, and WERK it lol jk. So we talked about things, stuff, you know.. And he sent me back home and told me that we should go for a jog again. AND THAT MADE ME SUPER HAPPY because that means he had a good time, right? 

That was all. I have a few things to admit here. Honestly,

1. He was attractive. (HE SMELLED SO GOOD I WAS GONNA DIE) 
2. The little things he did that caught my attention.
3. I almost fell into the trap. Thank God I didn't.

I'm definitely not ready for this love shit. Definitely not.