Both you and I stepped on the campus feeling sentimental that we're soon leaving this university. Being best friends helped us along the way until I noticed that something else was in the way that I see you.

I may be right or wrong but it was no longer deniable for me. I wanted to take the risk before I regret not doing so.

During lunchtime, I looked at you and smirked nervously. "Alam mo? Gustong gusto kita." I said in a different language not knowing if you understand.