Cause everything I know is everything taught to me

I started writing this last year, and I didn't know how to end it. I guess it just found its own ending or should I say beginning.

Dedicated to one of the best people I know.

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"Because everything I am is everything taught to me"

That was her reply.

We were there just across the school. We were there on a casual Friday, lazy to hit the club or our books. It didn't take long before the paper cups got severe beating from our torturous fingers. It's as if they do the talking for the many thoughts we can't get our mouths to say.

I can still hear the girl laughing her lungs out from across the room as the Physics major tries to analyze the quantum mechanics of the metal spring.

I can still feel the wind blowing on the tiny drops of sweat on my forehead.

We were there. We wanted to be there, because we were both so tired of being ourselves.

Only the smell of my caramel macchiato gives true comfort, but somehow everything seemed like it was in harmony. I wasn't annoyed at the street kids demanding a tip of 20 bucks in absolutely doing nothing, pretending to guard my car.

We come from across the wavelengths of principles. She is steadfast on propriety, and I on stand tall on my hundred dollar heels. It's as if the aroma of coffee sends signals to our hearts urging them to speak. We were there, sitting, tapping our fingers on the bruised paper cups, finally uttering a word.

"I wish I could be you for a day and say fuck it to all expectations".

"I wish I could have your discipline and skip social events to study for a change".

Our simultaneous sighs formed a cloud over our heads, intertwining thirsts for something we are not, our desires are one.

"No you don't understand. I've always wanted to live by the moment, not plan my day, leave a dirty cup on my table overnight, not wear seat belt in the highway and be up for anything on a school day."

"I want to. But I can't"

"It's easier than you think, especially when your problem is saying no"

"I want to be able to say I messed up, that for one night, I completely just went for every impulse I had. But even just thinking about them gives me the chills."

"I'm telling you, be careful what you wish for."

"It's just that, it gets tiring you know. To try to please everyone, when you know it's impossible."

"Sometimes I feel like being wonder woman is not so glamorous after all."

"But the costumes are definitely so hot."

"Exactly! That's what I mean. I'd be the most boring ever. I'd do the job but I can't wear the clothes that go with it."

She was so frustrated that I can feel it warm my coffee. I was so carefree that urgency is slipping out of my fingertips. She had everything going for her and yet she wanted to break free. Little did she know that everything was just in the right place. Little did she know that every boring day was meant for a responsibility she was built for. Sometimes great things lie ahead of us but we are too much consumed looking at today. Little did she know that when someone says they're proud of her, they mean it as if they were the ones who achieved so much.

People have been trying to teach me so much but I've absorbed so little. But if there's one thing I know, it is that we have to be true to our skin. Rejoice that you can't sit still when you know something's amiss. Rejoice in your obsessive compulsiveness while I forget dates and occasions. Rejoice in the people who trust you so much. I am happy now. I loathe in my unorthodox ways. But mostly, I am happy knowing that in my messy ways, I have a particular role. Not all of us will be on the limelight. And not all those in the limelight enjoy it as much as other people would. But everything falls in place when we are real, when we're true to ourselves and when we have great friends by our side.

I learned so much from you, without you trying to teach me anything. :*

Aye aye Captain! Wink :)