Someone Like You

Adele

It was a beautiful day today, something that I have taken for granted for a very long time. I was sitting in this small café for quite some time now, taking my time in drinking some tea. I remember you used to like this specific kind of tea, but now you hardly touch it anymore. I took a small sip, reminiscing the old times we used to have together.

Sometimes I wonder when things had started to go downhill between our relationship. I had always thought that we would stay like new lovers forever, like in some sort of fairytale.

We were still teenagers when we first became acquaintances. I remember the way your dark green eyes looked at mine, as if I was the first girl you have ever seen in your life. Of course, as a normal reaction, I blushed quite like a tomato, and yet you smiled that arrogant smile that is also known as your trademark smirk. But then again, I know that deep down it was genuine.

We hit it off pretty well after our first encounter. You would tease me and I would get angry at you, but by the end of the day, I knew that I would no longer feel satisfied if you were not in my presence for even a few hours.

We were so close, so close that our friends keep on saying that we were together. Or that we should just hook up together if we're still not. Me, being humble and a little bit shy, scolded them and said that I was impossible. You took it with a grin, and a playful joke of "She's so not cute for me."

It hurt a little, but then again, I knew I really wasn't good enough to be with you. I just laughed with you and took it with a stride.

I thought that topic was over. It had been a few months before we had been together, because we were so busy that we didn't have that much spare time. But after our hectic exams were finished, I found you by the tree we always used to hang out before, and I went up to you. You saw me and a smile made it's way up to your lips, and I couldn't help but feel giddy inside.

It was no secret that I had a crush on you since the first time we met, and it eventually grew as I got to know you better. I know that I'm in love with you.

So when you told me that you wanted to start dating, I was ecstatic.

Who would have that me, a simple, quite a bit nerdy girl, could end up with a smart, hot and gorgeous boyfriend like you.

The months spent after that was pure bliss.

Our first kiss happened two weeks after we started dating. You even made it official to all your friends whom I haven't met yet, and it seemed they were glad to have me, no matter how much I was too shy to even look at them for too long.

We held hands, had dates, and did all the normal things couples do. But even then, you didn't do it with me.

I mean, it's true that I don't want to end up pregnant or anything before you were sure but I had hoped that even then you would want me. Want my body as well. I had tried all possibilities I could think of to seduce you, but all we end up in was kissing and making out.

Whenever you push me away when things get a little heated up, I feel put out. It felt like you were hiding something from me.

I wouldn't be surprised if you had another girl you're messing around with. But just thinking about it hurt a lot. Some unknown force was squeezing my chest and I don't know what I'd do to stop it. It hurts so much.

I was startled out of my thoughts when a heard a vibrating on my phone. I looked and saw that it was just my mother asking me if I would be home for dinner. I replied diligently, saying that I would make a little trip before getting home.

I checked my watch and noticed that I have been in the café for a little more than three hours. In any case, I asked the waiter for the bill and paid the amount, not bothering to get the change. You were quite rich after all, so this little thing was something I had learned from you.

I trekked outside the café and made my way towards your house. It had taken years after we broke up before you could contact me again, but I wasn't as bitter about it as I used to be.

I reached your house, or mansion, as commoner people would call it. It wasn't as big as your family home, because I know deep down that you wanted to independent. I smiled as I remember you telling me about your dreams, aspirations. I listened to every single one of them, and made it a point to myself that I'll help you reach them in the future.

I rang the doorbell, and I heard a bit of movement inside before the door opened.

It had been so long since I saw those beautiful verdant irises again.

It's been eight years since, and now that I'm seeing them again, I felt a sense of peace overwhelm me.

Your eyes widened as you recognized me, stopping your greeting of a small hello. You said my name, a small whisper, and I only smiled in return. You grasped your dark green hair, before pushing it out of your eyes, only for it to fall back into place.

You gave a small sigh, trying to find something to say. It feels awkward, having to see you like this again knowing that you're uncomfortable with just my presence. But I couldn't stay away, no matter how much I fight this feeling. I just had to see, even for just a small amount of time.

You asked me how I was doing, just to make a conversation, and I laughed a little knowing you weren't the type to do such things. I guess there was a person behind that wasn't it. And I know it wasn't me.

It's strange how you used to shine so brightly, so arrogantly before, but now you are subdued. You still held that confidence all those years ago, it never did go away, but I noticed that you placed it in the right situation. Before, you always were arrogant, always used to having everything your way. But now, you seem at peace, like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

I realized I was never the one to carry your burdens for you.

We were partners, always partners. I had your back like you had mine, and it was a never-ending cycle of sharing and giving between us. We were like two halves of a whole.

Yet we didn't fit together. We never did.

A sudden glint caught my attention, and I looked at your hand. There on your finger was a very beautiful ring, adorned with simple carvings made of a white and gold band. I smiled at the thought that you finally settled down.

After we broke up two years in our relationship, you had so many on and offs that I thought you would never be content with anyone anymore. Your parents even consulted me on what to do, but I was still distraught over our break up to care of what happened to you.

Even then, you were strong enough to let me go and move on.

I let time heal my heart, because I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. You even warned me from the start that you might leave me someday, and I was prepared for it.

Or I thought I was.

But that was all in the past.

I heard her voice call you from the inside, and she asked who the visitor was. The door opened a bit more and I saw her, the one you chose to spend your life with.

She's beautiful.

Her eyes spark like blue diamonds, lighting up with light and life. Her light chocolate hair falls down to her shoulders, and small but full lips were curved up into a smile as she looked at me.

You introduced us to each other, and she only greeted me with a shy hello and a heart-warming smile.

You're so cruel Drew, falling in love with such a nice and pretty girl like her. How could I ever hate her for making you fall for her?

She had to leave after the introduction, because there were cries of a baby from somewhere inside. Your wife excused herself, before hastily making it towards the sound and shushing the baby.

You asked me if I would like to come in, but I refused, saying I needed to be home for dinner. You accepted my excuse, glancing back towards your family inside the home you had made.

I knew I was no longer needed in your life.

Although it may be true that I'll still be your friend, but even the term "best friend" doesn't apply anymore.

I'm back to being an acquaintance, no matter what our past is.

But I found myself not caring for that part.

I had moved on, I know in my heart that I did. I may still love you, but then again, who couldn't love you?

Before I left, I asked you one last question, "Do you love her?" I already knew the answer to that, but it somehow felt that when you answer me, I'll finally have a closure.

"Yes, I love May." And a smile graced upon your lips. I couldn't be any happier for you, for having her in your life.

I'm thankful that I met you, that I had a chance to spend a little time of my life with you. And I'm also thankful that I can finally let you go.

Because I know that I'll find somebody like you, who would love me like you love her.

A/n: And done. Hope you enjoy this read. I'll try to make a comeback to my other stories, especially those from Vocaloid. I'm quite stumped right now though (have been for months) but here's a little ficlet for all those Contestshippers out there. Coz' I know you all love May and Drew pairing :3