By: Juan Sebastian Diego L. Sy
“We were racing each other on the top of the hill. Her laugh makes the little drum in my chest go frenzy. Her scent is like a freshly bloomed flower in the misty May. Unknowingly letting the playful wind caress her beautiful long hair. As she reached for my hand to make me run faster for I am deliberately feeling this great scene. I felt her soft right hand against mine, there are a sweet music playing inside my system--- She’s wonderful.
But with the steep curves of the hill, I can’t go faster as I expected. She won. She reached the top of the hill, right next in the mango tree, our little paradise. We used to stay there all day, just enjoying day’s blessings. Sleeping under the sweet shed of the leaves. She won. She won my heart.
She gave me the sweetest smile, as it is like she was congratulating me for finally reaching the top, and then I pulled her closer, just a breath away, I kiss her.
I can taste her lips, it feels like the first time, stirring and amazing, sweet and magnificent. I hold her face, just to lift it closer. She held me in the waist and kissed me back. I know she’s in her own world of loyalty, but it’s my duty to take her for just seconds away from her sanity with this rendezvous. I woke up--- back to certainty.”
I checked my time, it was almost 4 AM, and I can’t put myself back to sleep, I reached for my Ipod and search for the songs of our favorite artist, Ed Sheeran. I started with the song, “She”. Hoping to dream the same dream again.
There are times when I felt that I am just inlove.
I am just inlove with her tormenting dark eyes, her lips, her perfect curly hair back then, her laughter, beliefs, smile, voice, our songs. I am inlove with her.
I know she’s not perfect but that what makes her special. If only I can tell her how I feel but I know, action speaks louder than any words.
Sometimes I wish that feelings are always mutual. But this is the good news, yes, our feelings are similar, we are both in love. The bad news, I am inlove with her, and her with somebody else.
In many ways I had accepted it, it’s her happiness. That’s what I wish for her but it will be wonderful if I am the one making her feel that way. If only.
I am now her friend, which hopes to be with her forever. The things that I will left unsaid was the things that I might say in the future.
She might then realize that I am here. Waiting for her when they left her. But then, I pray for her the best life, it may possibly be with or without me.
I know, this is the mystery, why we fall for the wrong person at the right time, but the truth is, we just fall inlove, there’s no wrong timing or wrong person. Everyone is a right person, everytime is the right time to love. It only gets wrong when you think you are wrong and you stopped loving.
Few seconds I’ve been dead to the world and dreamed of her again.
Ink blotted.
What you have red is the oeuvre from my good friend, which he gave to me, for I think he entrusted me one of the pages of his memoir. Hoping this is fiction. Talent, isn’t it? Well, moving on, back then, we used to compete for a writing contest and fortunately, we both became unfortunate. In a good way, that keeps the friendship going.
Though in some way, noticeably, he used my style when I wrote my blog, Distance Intervention.
Thinking of romantic thoughts really makes him clichéd but manly at the same time.
I will posts some of the writings of my friends, as soon as I get a good internet connection and time. Hihi.
Hope you enjoyed reading! J Have a nice day, love.