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A One Side View of Romance 1
A loud one and a soft one. The soft one is so loud…I could think of nothing but that moment in time. A moment where I embrace pain and suffering. Soft and sweet and so…gentle. A moment I waited for time to freeze. I’m a Modesto girl in California. It’s actually snowing. I love the snow but I love the rain more. I used to hold the love of my life’s hand and walk barefoot in the rain in a straight line. I also done it a couple of times alone. It was cold but soothing enough to make me feel nauseating. But I couldn’t help seeing it. It made me think of bleeding hearts. I was ten back then and now I am 18. How I miss that time.
July 2006
“We gotta meet sometimes…”
“…”
August 2006
“sorry I can’t remember the question”
“…you thought I was mad at you dearest? ^_^…I’m not”
August 23, 2006
“I admit I love you….”
Yep that’s me. I waited for him for eight years. I couldn’t get him off my mine. We started as friends. He was the first person to not judge me for who I am. I looked up to him. I admired him. I loved him. He taught me to love myself. He taught me that my dreams are important. We used to walk hand in hand barefooted in the rain together. He used to high five me all the time. I used to cheer him on all the time and when I cry he was there to cheer me up.
“Mama never loved me. I hate my brother!”
“Don’t cry…oh hey there is a seagull!”
“D-don’t try to trick me!” (trying to peek a look at his expressions and looked at the sky.)
“I’m not…wow there’s a pack!”
That’s when we were eight years old. Someone I loved. Someone I selfishly want to hold but as I grew older, I learned to let go. I learned to be open to new experiences. I’m always curious about that.
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What does it mean to love someone? You losing sleep thinking of that person day and night, night and day. Nothing else is on your mind. Thinking what if this or that. Sometimes you still feel uptight inside but once you hear that person’s voice, that feeling goes away. All you feel is peace. When you hear that person’s voice, you feel warm as if you are right next to him. As if you are always there with him. Watching him, smiling at him, listening to him. Even if he’s just brushing his teeth or joking around with his friends, it feels like you’re always by his side. No matter if you feel a little selfish but you just want to hear him. Whether if it’s just hearing him breathing or watching him sleep. You probably want to touch his head, pat him then maybe kiss his forehead. Maybe thinking, one day I can’t be by his side, so I’m gonna tell him something. so I did.
“If one day you are tired of waiting for me, and coincidentally found your soul mate, your meant to be person comes along and you want to spent the rest of your life with her, don’t forget to tell me okay? Just give me a smile and I’ll give you both two thumbs up. No matter where you are or who you’re with,… I’ll always be by your side. If you need someone to talk to, I’m there. If your meant to be person needs someone to talk to, I’ll always be there for you both.”
I rehearsed those words constantly in my mind for two days waiting to tell him but he puts on voice message on his cell right around 6:25 PM. Before I dialed I was so nervous that my heart beat according to the sound of the phone dialing. Very rhythm like.
Then I realized that bugging him for three days since I found him can be annoying. So I became self conscious and repeatedly I listened to the song that expressed my feelings secretly. I sung that song and it was stuck in my mind as I sleep. I foolishly thought of sitting near the phone waiting for him but…okay I got sleepy so the fourth day I felt less tense after admitting to the love of my life that I love him.
Now it’s 9:02 Am, I bet he’s still asleep. As I smiled, I was thinking that he must be very patient in listening to my words. I just got out of the shower and now my fingers and toes are freezing but my heart is so warm because I listened to the same song.
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actually it's a mixture of evrything but that's not the whole story. here's the ending:
continue...
November 2006
So Thanksgiving past and now it’s almost Christmas. For a few days I repeated in my mind and heart that I miss my friends but do they know? Then I said to myself, ‘Geez get over it! If you miss them, call them.’ One thing is I hate to be a bother. They e-mailed me a few times saying lets meet up for Christmas.
It will be fun because all of our friends are planning to see each other again.
I wouldn’t know where to go, I’m domesticated and hardly ever go out. If I was to go alone somewhere I’d probably get lost. So now what?
“They thought about either going to a restaurant or a buffet.”
“Sounds cool so I gotta save money til then (laughing). But not sure if I can make it or not. Unsure if I have other plans and they didn’t plan it thoroughly so I’ll tell the others if I can go or not.”
Between everything my love life or um, I guess I can call it that. So far none of my friends knew that I too can fall for someone. People always thought that a tomboy can never fall in love and no one can break her hardcore personality but in reality I do fear of loving even liking someone. I don’t wear makeup or wear dresses or skirts. Only if I felt it’s necessary. It’s not that I never thought of dressing as a girl but I wouldn’t know what a real girl is like. I’m just me. I like wearing t-shirts and sweats. Everyone always mistaken me as an athletic girl and sometimes the most quiet. That is not the only quality I have but I got picked as the class most favorite quiet person of all time. I appreciate it in getting picked but I thought that there is more to me that people don’t know. No one asked, no one care. But for some strange reason, there’s only one person that can make me automatically tell about my feelings, dreams, thoughts, and my past. The only person that make me love myself more. Sometimes I think this person isn’t real. He’s probably an angel that fell from the sky or a magician. Maybe I should go up to him and say, ‘Listen here pal, what kind of spell did you put on me to fall for you so deeply that I can’t get out of it?’ I guess I can call it as fallen for him “head over heels.” There wasn’t any other words that I could think of to describe it.
I wanted to learn more about my childhood friend. He never really talked much about himself to me. I’m not always talkative so when we run out of things to say, I’d be lost in the moment listening to him saying, “Hmm” or listening to him laugh or hear his breathing. Sometimes I felt is this even real? If it’s a dream I don’t want to wake up. I felt that even though we’re so far, we are so close as if we’re side by side, hand in hand. As if this is the person I’ve waited for so long. When I hear his voice, I felt I’ve reached him, the person I’ve waited for. Sometimes I thought, ‘Ssssure, I’m his dream girl that he always wanted but I’m not the love of his life, I’m not his soul mate.’ So I tried to prepare myself mentally in case so I don’t break down crying as if I’m washed up. You couldn’t imagine how much tears I cried out ready to take the blow when that day comes. Now my eyes are dried so I can’t cry anymore because I don’t want to.
In movies and even cartoons now say, “It’s okay to cry because holding it in won’t make you feel any better.”
As my mind is still awake I heard the rooster cockadoodle around 6:00AM. “Love is not is not selfish. Love is forgiving, kind and gentle…even when you let go, that moment in time is unforgettable.”
I felt I was ready to say what I rehearsed so even when that time comes, my tears are warm not cold. I’ll be smiling. The tears of warmth on a rainy day is more louder, softer because those tears are so gentle. The love of my life, congrats…(smile)…
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