My Tuesday Story

So, there's this guy in the office, late 20's, seven work stations away from me. I noticed his existence several months ago. I noticed that he is cute two weeks ago. This morning, while I was about to put some eye drops, a voice from behind said: "Hi. There's something I want to ask about your report." SHOCKS! It was him. It was the first time I saw him up close. He is not cute, HE IS GORGEOUS. Those black, deep eyes that can melt every girl's heart. That nose moulded like the Greek Gods’, his scent, everything. It feels like I'm looking at a superhero. It took for me like 10 seconds to respond and said, “Yes?” (Of course, with a very soft and demure voice). While he was discussing stuffs, looking at my monitor, I am also busy studying his face. Lord, is this an angel? After a few minutes, he left but his fragrance remained. I don’t know if it’s just my nose but I think the scent of him was stuck in my nostrils. Hahahaha! Since he is one of the recipients of my report, I know his full name and YES. I want to confirm if the beautiful face that I saw was real. Before I went home, I searched his account in Facebook. While the page was loading, I feel so excited. After one moment, I wanna jump! I WANT TO JUMP AND KICK THE MONITOR. The profile picture is a baby - cute, cuddly baby boy. HIS BABY. He is happily married. So my world drifted. I FELT SAD.

This angel is real but this angel is not for me. </3

Farewell On The 8th of May

When I woke up this morning, I felt that this day is not just another Wednesday. Am I missing someone’s birthday? Any meeting? No.  No. All throughout the course of my preparation to the office, I had a deep thought. What is something special to you 8th of May?

When I arrived at the office, I opened my computer, checked my mails and checked my social networking sites (SNS) – sssshhhh! News feed… I saw a photo of a young couple eating mango float. I then thought, “Oh how sweet!” And BOOOOOMMM! I remember now, I can clearly remember now what is so special today.

It was the same day on 2010. Summer’s heat is burning. I’m craving for something sweet and cold. I’m sick of fruit salad, fruit shake, fruit juice. I want something new. I want mango float. At that time, I’m “exclusively hanging-out” with a guy, the boy-next-door type of guy. I admit I like him the first time I saw him. He’s playing basketball at that time and there’s something in him that magnetize me. I told him I want to eat something like mango float. He told me that he also wants to eat one. After a few minutes, he’s standing outside my house. He told me to come with him and we’ll make mango float. EFFORT. That’s what I called it.

While eating what we made, I constantly take a glimpse of him. The way he eats. The way he talks. The way he smiles at me. The way he laughs. I know, I know … I have fallen for him. Everything is wonderful. Everything around me is beautiful. I appreciate all the things around me. I felt like flying. I felt like an angel. My heart is so light. How I wish this day would not end. How I wish every day would be like this. 

Later that day, we hugged each other and bid good bye. I felt something strange. I knew something’s wrong. When he arrived home, he called me and asked if I was able to arrive home safely. We exchanged text messages. After an hour, I haven’t received any response from him. I texted him again. No response. I then texted him: “Good night. Thank you for the time and mango float. I enjoyed it a lot! See you tomorrow.”  Enter. Sent.

After 5 minutes, at 11:59 PM, my phone beeps: One Message Received

I excitedly opened it…

“As much as I want to see you and be with you, I can’t. We can’t be together. I love you, I really do. This will be my last message. I am very sorry.”

And comes 12:00 midnight.

With tears, I have to say goodbye to him and to May 8.

A Broken Hearted Girl

“I want to be free …''

It was the statement I’m afraid to hear from him. It sounds awful, just like a lamentation around. It took for him a second to say those words yet for me it seemed an hour where every syllabication is being indulged in my ear through my veins then to my heart like a needle pricking it. I can still remember that day. I thought that conversation will refresh the week long less communication of our twelve months affair. But I was so wrong … totally wrong. That talk marked the end in our relationship. 

 

It was my eighteenth birthday. I never expected that on that day, I will not only open another chapter in my life but I will go through it with someone. 

 

This person has been my friend since the summer of that year. We usually beep each other and sometimes he came by our house just to sit down and talk about life and its surprises. He was just an ordinary friend whom I love to talk with, laugh with and hang-out with. He had a girlfriend and I was trying to move on from a heart break. I haven’t noticed that he is filling up the emptiness inside. The friendship I offered to him vanished. It was replaced with something else. He was an ordinary person in my life that suddenly became special. I don’t know where to put my self in that situation that time for I know that he was owned by somebody else. However, I’m trying to run away from him to avoid being the talk of the town but he is doing stuffs that give me reason to stay and keep in touch.

Until that day, my day where gone are the days of lollipops and dolls … it was the day he opened up his feelings. I never wish for that moment to come yet it sound so good. I decided to give my trust to him on that day. It was a mistake but I never regret with what I have done. I received rumors that he and his ex girlfriend were still together. I calmed myself and confront him about this. He made immediate action and officially broke up with that girl. He cut whatever connection they had. I knew it was a hard thing for him but he have to decide. With that, I would assure him that he will not regret of having me as part of his life. I learned to love him more as days passed by.

One day, while I was checking my social networks, I unintentionally dropped to his account. I read a message that torn my heart into shattered pieces … he was going out with this girl coming from another school. That moment, it seemed as if I was carrying the biggest burden in my back. I would rather suffer from a physical pain than the pain my heart is feeling right now …

Reader’s note:
The heart of a young lady speaks as she reveals the pain she felt from her love … This note was found by her friend as she checked the files saved by this young lady.
It was an unfinished note … four hours after typing this, her friend found her lying on the floor, breathless … pale … dead.