Unwritten.

I'm the guy who sleeps on the train back home often. And then miss a couple of stops. I'm the guy who is turning 25 in exactly four months time and feeling so friggin' unaccomplished in life.

I'm a son and a brother. A friend and an acquaintance. I'm that guy.

I'm the guy who wrote you letters in class, and everyone else helped to pass it around. You wrote and passed me many letters, too. I'm the guy you thought was the one you'd end up with. I'm the guy who thought I'd end up with you. I'm the guy whose grammar you laughed at. I'm the guy who left you a snow globe on your desk, and then ran away because I was too afraid to see your reaction. Apparently you teared. I'm the guy who made you cry without knowing why. I'm the guy who cried two days after you left me with a text message; I was away then.

I am the guy who is now just 'your dear friend'.

I'm the guy who slapped you, and you scratched me back. The scar is still there. I'm the guy who ran away one night, only to find you looking for me at 12a.m when I decided to go back. I'm the guy who thought it was so darn cool you are doing fine arts at NAFA. Even if you didn't end up as an artist in the end. I'm the guy who spends too much and still doesn't know how to spend less or save more. I'm the guy who deliberately left coins under the carpet so one day we will never be bankrupt. I'm the guy whose hair you cut before you decided I was old enough to have a barber at 13.

I'm the guy who dyed your hair when they turned grey.

I'm the guy who watched MTV and played badminton too much, in your opinion. I hardly now. I'm the guy who tried reading Randy Pausch's The Last Lecture but would rather browse Home Living magazine, anytime. I'm the guy who took photos of everything. Including myself. I'm the guy who dreams of being an interior designer or maybe making films one day.

I'm the guy who daydreams too much.

I'm the guy you told you were coming out. I consoled you and you said there was no need to. You were right. Because I have never seen you so happy ever since you found someone. I'm the guy who borrowed your VCDs and never return. I didn't want to. I'm the guy who laughed at you because you were still wearing Cerisi jeans. I'm the guy who talked behind your back. I'm the guy you stabbed; did my back hurt your knife? I'm the guy who couldn't do history. No matter how hard he tried. I'm the guy who still wonders where the hell are you. I didn't mean to ignore you when you came back. I'm the guy whom you brought to Ikea for the first time.

I'm the guy who missed you.

I'm the guy who gets impatient easily. I'm the guy you scolded for thinking too much. I'm the guy whose shoulders you cried on. I'm the guy whom you laughed at when I revealed I used to like a few songs from The Moffats. Your favourite was I Miss You Like Crazy, like me. I'm the guy who was there to agree with you how screwed up the military and the police force are right now. I'm the guy who introduced you to a few radio deejays, sega Games and flea markets. I'm the guy you introduced Japanese food and canoeing to.

I'm the guy who thinks you are so beautiful. I'm the guy who knows I will never have you but secretly wish I am wrong. I'm the guy who drinks too much ice-blended coffee. I'm the guy who wants to be a Starbucks barista so I can get free Chocolate Cream Chip and Caramel Frap everyday. I'm the guy who wants to move to New York. And ohmygod not because I want you to tell me how to get to Sesame Street.

I'm the guy you smiled at. You brought shine to my life.

Yeah, I am that guy. Who are you?