Getting frustrated

I’ve known him since first semester of second year in college in 2007. So that’s four years of friendship with this guy who seems to be stuck and will always be in the friend zone. Let’s go back to where it started…

The culminating activity of my Filipino languages class was an inter-class full day event. We had to prepare games for the teams that would be doing rounds in each station. Basically, we were forced to stay in school in the heat of the day among the trees and grass. I don’t remember enjoying it at all but I can distinctly recall my mom wrinkling her nose when she picked me up later

(This was saved on drafts about 3 weeks. I’m posting it unfinished.)