He's your average-looking kind of guy. Thin, tall, lanky and all gangly limbs. He has no fabulous-looking Korean hairstyle or something. He's not stylish too, his clothes are plain, his shoes are plain, his bags are plain, and it seems to me that he only has this one jacket to wear anywhere, anytime. He doesn't wear perfume, he doesn't has a deep low voice, doesn't has a broad neck nor a broad shoulders, which are things that I paid attention to the most.
He is ordinary, and he should be nobody.
And yet he is continually impressed me and left me star-struck.
It is the fact that he is so goddamn smart that makes him so... attractive. He is religious, but he embraced his faith with logic and open mind. He has these sophisticated vocabulary that left me gaping in awe every time he open his mouth. He came from a small, uninteresting, in-the-middle-of-nowhere city, yet he knows so much, probably more than those big city mama boys I happened to know. He knows so much, yet he keeps his head down. He stayed low, he talk for the purpose of talking and not flaunting, he respects, and he listens. He is dependable, a born-to-lead kind of guy. He can be a little too straightforward at times, but it's just him being himself.
I've got to admit that it's good to have an object-attraction to spice up those boring days in class, but that's it. That's all he is, an object to entertain the day. Someone to look at and admire from afar. It is more like, a crush? A temporary school-girl crush. I haven't even try to 'kepo' on him, since I'm afraid that knowing him better will banish all those good images of him I built inside my head. Oh, and he is taken already. Not that I really mind, though. Again, I'm not interested on pursuing it.
He is ordinary, and he should be nobody.
And yet he is continually impressed me and left me star-struck.
He got me at 'ciyusmiapah'.
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