Wondering

Who is she? What does she do on rainy nights like this? What does she normally eat during snack time? Really, who is she?

What does she want to do when she grows up? Does she love vanilla or chocolate, is she a dog-person or cat-lover? What makes her smile, that smile that makes her eyes shine and me daydream in a boring class. Who is my girl??

When you sat next to me, did you know? When you laughed at my goofiness, did you see me smile back? When I wronged, did you see me break a sweat?

"Marl, kinsa na sya??"An inquiring mind asked....I asked myself, kinsa kaha noh?? Listen everyone, I never knew...but now I know. Shh...it'll be our little secret.

I ask myself these questions because I know where it'll lead me to (ehem...). I quote myself "Not love, nor infatuation, but hope.", and you know what guys? I feel as if my hope is propelling me to somewhere new, where a dream can mean reality, and reality is just a dream.

For now, I quietly wonder. But like what someone said "It's better to know than wonder." and I honestly hope, my questions will be answered by her.