strands in your eyes...

"Strands in your eyes, color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath... I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love suicide..."
And so the song went on. I remembered you and then I remembered the Aussie guy that I met from Boracay. Somehow I missed him, I was not able to say goodbye to him. I saw him the first two nights and then I was not able to see him again. I would have wanted to be friends with him. He seem to be a good guy, plus that laugh. That boyish laugh that makes me want to get to know him better.