April 20, 2020
I was looking at someone with curly hair, a tall one with fair skin. This person looked good even from afar but looked like just an ordinary person. I can't clearly see his face or maybe I just don't know him. But his face does seem familiar. Anyhow, the only thing I am sure of is that this person is a man.
I don't know why... I don't know how... I don't know what happened.
I then found myself standing in front of a bus station. It was like I was waiting for something or someone to show up in front of me.
And after a few minutes, a bus stopped in front of me. A guy came out of it and slowly took a few steps toward where I am standing. He is smiling.
His smile was almost wide enough to reach his ears. It was like everything is in slow motion, like time itself is teasing me, like it was telling me that I missed this person. I suddenly felt the eagerness to hug him, something inside me is telling me that I missed him so much.
If anyone will be given a chance to stare at him for a long time, it would be impossible to reject. One will definitely love him at first sight. Maybe because of his twinkling innocent eyes, his soft skin, his height? Maybe because he knows fashion well? Or maybe you'll fall in love with his rosy lips that match well with his fair skin.
It was you, the man I was looking at. I suddenly felt pain, like my head is being pricked by thousands of needles. I grunted then clutch my head, trying to relieve the pain. And when those did nothing, I pulled my hair tightly then begins to breathe heavily. After a few minutes of being in pain, I felt my consciousness leave me.
When I open my eyes I noticed that I am in my room. I open my window and look at the night sky. It was nice to look at with this kind of weather, the sky is littered with twinkling stars and there's no cloud to be seen. I cross my arms at the window sill to relax and enjoy the view.
As I stare at them, I began to think...
If these stars have consciousness, they will probably be the happiest beings in this world. They wouldn't have a care about what is happening, they'll just be there... giving happiness and hope to whoever looks at them. Why am I still watching them?
"Why am I stargazing alone?" I shake my head then chuckles to myself.
"I want to be one of those stars." I murmured, finding that I am staring at them again.
"Out of all things?" My sister asked I didn't even notice that she's in the room with me.
"I want to be someone who people wish upon, someone who people want to be reached," I replied to her while putting my chin to my crossed arms. Thousands of needles started to prick my head again. It hurts so much! Like I was going to pass out again.
A scene popped up on my mind. There's a man wiping my tear-stained cheek with his thumb affectionately while he is holding my hand with his other hand. It was vague for me to clearly see what is happening at that moment. But I can see his lips and hear his voice saying "Life is fun to live on if you are having fun."
I felt something wet on my arm. It was my tears. The man that popped up disappeared and my tears continue to fall. My heart aches like I was being stabbed continuously. I don't know where this feeling is coming from but it is hurting me too much. I tried to remember what is happening, I force myself to see what happened next but my head hurts even more.
August 16, 2010
He was with me. He sang along to the birthday song that was playing. The day before that was my birthday. Nothing was special for everyone. No one even greeted me except for my best friends. But he made that date special and remarkable.
That day, we were sitting under the old tree filled with soft Bermuda grass. We talked about everything... naughty and nasty things then he started to tease me. Those happy moments with him never fail to make me crazy. We were young, wild, and crazy but happy nonetheless. Of course, there were times that I would get mad but there are more times that he made me feel special.
Every time he would tease me, I would slap or pinch him in return, but he would hug me instead. Without even realizing it, his hand was already holding my hand. I slowly look at him and pulls my hand away from him. He stares at me, equally surprised as I am. My heart is beating erratically yet I found the strength to talk before he can.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked him with a smirk and a teasing tone, trying to kill the awkwardness between us.
"Uh! Nothing! I was just trying to measure your fist. It was so small! You really have no charms at all." He teased back, then let out a nervous laugh.
"Hey! Really huh?" I rolled my eyes at him.
A moment of silence passed and maybe he got tired of it because he started talking again.
"I have a friend-"
"And so?" I butted in while smirking at him.
"I have this friend of mine. She- I- I mean, I like this friend." He continued, ignoring me.
"You like her? Uh oh! That's probably me, right? You will surely be with Allie right now if you don't like me." I stopped him again from talking. He just looked at me with a blank look. I laughed and wave at him, gesturing for him to continue what he was saying.
"I think she is the woman for me. I don't know when I started liking her but now, I am a hundred percent sure. I just suddenly felt the need to make her happy and to be with her all the time." He said in all seriousness. He never said things like this before.
So, maybe he really is serious this time. Without knowing what to say, I just lowered my head and darted my attention elsewhere. I noticed my nail polish and started to pick on them. So weird right?
Since no one was saying anything, the only thing that can be heard is the rustling of leaves of the old tree. It was too awkward to continue the conversation again. We stayed like that for a few more minutes until the silence was broken because of Allie's call. She asked what was happening...
"Oh, yes! Um-- yeah we're fine, Allie. Don't worry. We're having fun right now. Right K-Kim?" I awkwardly asked him, trying hard not to stutter but obviously failed to do so. He confirmed it to her and let out a nervous laugh.
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