How cute

I feel like a little kid. Wait. Scratch that. I am a little kid. I have my occasional quirks. I'm annoying and I'm very lazy.

You're quirks are endearing, a lot of people say.

Like the way I wrinkle my nose when I think. Or the way I put my hands on my hips when I'm ver serious about something. Or the way I raise my eyebrows when I thought of something. Or the way I cover my mouth with both hands when I said something I regret. Or the way I bang on the table when I laugh.

They think it's endearing. But I find them somewhat annoying. It's annoying when people say that what I do is cute.

That's cute, Mark told me when I put salt on tomato sauce. It's not cute. Some people find it disgusting.

He thinks it's cute that I grab onto him when I cross the road. That's not cute. I just don't know how to cross the road. I don't want to die.

Or my cousins think it's cute when I shudder everytime I take a shot of vodka. Well, that was then. Back when I spent Christmas in the Philippines. I wasn't a drinker then and a shot of vodka would go straight to my head.

Mark thought it was cute when he taught me how to drive a manual and I plowed his car on a roundabout. That wasn't cute, that was scary. I thought I was going to die.

He thinks it's cute that I take photos of everything and create a story out of the pictures.

He thinks it's cute that I have heaps of photos of myself. I call that being self-absorbed.

He thinks it's cute that I love basketball. He's a baller so he thinks it's cute that we can talk about basketball and NBA til we're both blue in the face.

He thinks it's cute whenever I throw a tantrum and he can make it all better by buying me a snickers bar.

He thinks it's cute that I only drive an auto transmission. You're such a girl, he teased. Thanks a lot.

He thinks it's cute that I failed my first practical exam in driving. You're such a girl, he teased. It just meant I can't do anything.

He thinks it's cute that I can't make up my mind. From what to eat to where to go. I don't care, I always say. You're such a girl, he teased. Well, he's right about that one.

But you know what I think is cute? The fact that I like everything about me that he finds cute.

Yeah, true that we don't talk often anymore but he's always there. I think I can now say that he's turned into a friend. I'll always love the guy for treating me right before everything got confusing and complicated. And if, he sorted everything out and move back here, I'll be with him, no questions asked.

But at the moment, I think we both know that friendship is all we can offer.