I saw this interesting tumblr called Metro Manila Missed Connections.

It's like post secret but localized in Metro Manila so there's a wee bit higher chance that the person you want to connect with can see it. (Pity though if the said person is not a fan of social networking sites and the like) Yeah I feel your pain. He's just like that.

Since this site isn't visited much by people I know. I think it's safe to post it here.

I raise this glass to the boy who they say looks like Nick O'Leary from Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. This glass is for you for being The One Who Got Away. For inspiring that post secret and the mixes. 

I see you in campus with your mac, your hipster glasses and your wavy hair. You made me want to join your org but I don't have the endurance to pass so I just resulted to bumping into you when you guys host events. You'd look at my direction and we would exchange awkward glances. It came to a point where I thought that this is all there is to it. I made that post secret to vent out my feelings because I was on the verge of giving up on you. Then something happened. You saw it. Asked around. Found out it was me. And said to your friend that you want to introduce yourself to me and get to know me. I was on Cloud 9 when I found out about that. 

Stoked and Sad. You went out of the country for the break and I waited patiently for the next sem to start. I waited and waited. But you didn't come back. Disappeared. No one knows the exact details except that you're in a city-state and won't be coming back to school. When I learned about it from your friends, I made a mix.  But I guess you'll never hear it.

Sometimes I wonder if I ran out of patience and made the first move. Would things be different from the way they were? 

There were so many things I wanted to tell you that I'll never get around to. Even now they're still going on that I just wish I could tell you about. Like how I just love your nickname. Like how I was inspired to make mixes about you. Like how a part of me hates that city-state. Like how you would have been my Blue Rose.

And like how I wished that you’ll be the Paulie to my Juno, the Nick to my Sheeni, the Scott to my Ramona and the Nick to my Norah. I may never have the chance to tell you these things because the most important question isn't answered yet: Where in the world are you?

So cheers to the boy. Wherever you are. I hope you take care of my heart.