I looked into the mirror, which other people would call it a window of a bus, the Rapid that I was in. The guy in green, he didn’t look happy. His hair has grown to the length that would sometimes tease his eyelids. He was sitting with his pal.

His only pal.

People said he did have a lot of things that he should be grateful for. Yes, he was pondering, whether is grateful similar to happiness in life.

He has lots of people who care, from his eyes, beneath his glasses, I can still see the faces of his family, relatives, old friends and his girlfriend.

Struggling to stay afloat in the creek with no one to lend a hand, that was one period of time he had, which the feeling of helplessness deepens when it got silent in the peaceful night. He managed to still breathe after that, but will there be another creek ? Who knows.

From his shoulders, I can see clearly, besides the white backpack that he had on his back, he had several issues that came in jumbo sizes.

His moustache, although haven’t been shaved in two weeks, still was pretty insignificant, but was there to voice his uncertainty. Was he supposed to take things more seriously? He knew people meant business, but he also believed that Rome could never be built in a day or two.

The reflection of his face, and his mouth was still shut, the next thing that I observed. Did he get tired of talking? Was he out of words?

I could see that his mouth couldn’t speak real fluent English, which should be essential in the environment he is in. Actually, there is inferiority.

The bus was moving with an acceleration, a decreasing rate, and with auto transmission, it shook a little forward and backward. It wasn’t that cramped at night, there was another guy on his right, with his gang of friends. Yet, he felt empty; it was as if no one was in the same bus as he.

Will you be there? To fill my feeling of emptiness. Will you be there? To tell me whether was I wrong or have I made any assumption. Will you be there? Lio bought a book with that title.

I’ll stand by you, even though I’m not pretty sure whether you have allocated one little space for me to fit in. I’ll stand by you, don’t be ashamed to cry. I’ll stand by you, even though you are hundreds of miles away. I’ll stand by you, will you?