To write this or not, I
hesitated a lot. Not because I grew tired of writing but because I hesitated
about my real intentions in writing this one. I will talk about something
which happened exactly three years ago.
I intended to share
something which will always be one of the highlights of my youth. I always feel
young whenever I think of December 18, 2008.
It was already almost
Christmas break when I was asked by someone to have a morning walk with him on
the next day. Right now, I can't believe how sleepless I was that night because
I was thinking of what I just agreed on. Adding more worry was how I could ever
ask permission to my big sister because I really wanted to go with him.
My big sister was really
furious when it comes to guys going around me. I was too terrified about how
will I ever tell her the truth that I wanted to jog and walk but not with her.
I actually tried to pull all my powers just to tell her on 17th of December
2008 about my morning walk with someone on the next day. I tried and tried
to interrupt her while she was actually doing something I asked her to do
for me. We were doing some key chains out of pine tree twigs (the thing you can
see in Baguio , the one which looked like a pencil key holder).She was
crafty while I appeared to be too lousy at doing things which require a knife (
just like cooking, hahaha!) . Oh! Blame it to my Belonephobia
(wink! ). We shared one room and I couldn't imagine how hard it was to ask her
that time while it has been always easy asking her to rescue me whenever I act
clumsy and appear helpless. At the back of my mind, I could already imagine her
reaction. Surely, it will always sound like this. “Jogging? Walking? Oh, I'll
come with you. It must be scary to jog and walk this early by yourself “or “You
want to jog? What on earth struck you and you finally decided to do something
healthy? Okay, I'll go with you ". I certainly knew that no matter how I
will web my story, she will still end up going with me. I decided to try to get
some sleep with a plan in my mind. I crossed my fingers hoping things will work
just what I prayed and planned.
On the next day, I was
already mesmerized by the idea that someone was actually waiting for
me downstairs. I couldn't believe that it was actually happening. I saw a man
patiently waiting for me outside our cottage's gate. I was watching him from
the second floor and the birds started to sing in my ears. He did not notice me
watching him because I tried to peek there just to watch him for few seconds
and savor the idea that someone whom I really liked for years was waiting for
me. My journals witnessed it all. It was not "Love at first sight"
but rather it was " Admiration at first sight ".The first time I met
him, I admired how silent he was and I could really feel his presence
since that day forward. He was really an eye-catcher for me because he was
wearing a white shirt ( I always have bias to men wearing white shirts ).
Thinking of how long I've been keeping that feeling and thinking what I was
about to do that fateful morning gave me vehement feeling of
excitement inside . So, I was just looking at him and wondered what he was
thinking while waiting for me. I heard some noise from the door of my room and
I suddenly rushed downstairs thinking that my big sister might have changed her
mind and insist on going on with me. I was like flying from the second floor
down to the first floor. Years prior to that, I could not remember if I ever
did it that fast (Excitement really gives powers huh?). And as I was trying to
look calm and be as natural as I could be, I finally saw him and the birds
resumed singing again. As we started an awkward talk because we were both shy,
I could remember how I managed to "escape" from my sister.
Then, I was so sure I
just met my time catalyst. Time flew faster than ever. I could remember we did
several rounds at the oval and went to a golf course. There was a moment when
we needed to run while in the middle of the those tall trees at King Faisal
because it was starting to rain. Thinking about it this time convinces me that
it was actually like just what I saw on movies- Korean movies. He was such a
gentleman and I admired him more for that. He walked with me on my way home and
we both knew it was such a “good morning “.
Bidding him goodbye and looking at our cottage’s gate made me
realize what just happened earlier. I could imagine my sister’s face while I
uttered the craziest thing she heard that day.
I was really nervous to
be questioned about what happened during the morning walk. I knew she would be suspicious about it. I promised her that I will tell her if something "lovely" would be going between me and him.I worried about how
she will look at me.There was really nothing to say yet. Oh, good heavens thanks for sending this adorable sister.
Alas, I took all the
courage left and started to finally enter our cottage. I opened our room and
she was waiting there for me. I knew she was uncertain of what to say because
she was still shocked about my newest style of making her say “yes”. I looked
at her like a very shy sheep and sat at my bed. She then asked me how it was
and I told her I could hear birds singing. She laughed and did not mention
about how I made her say “yes” earlier. She asked me if I wanted to eat and I
agreed. While eating, she mentioned how clever I was earlier and how hesitant
she was. She agreed to me because I was honest and gave her very little time to
think and almost no option at all but to say “yes”. I actually woke up early,
took a bath and fixed myself all while she was snoring. Then when he was
already outside our gate, I tried to awaken my big sister and told her I was
about to go jogging and that someone was already waiting outside. I told her
who was waiting and she was speechless. While she was speechless, I took it as
a yes and I politely said I can go alone this time because I perfectly knew she
was still sleepy. I know she could have done something to stop me but she never
did.
On that day, I finally
heard her love story. She shared her own story of regrets, happiness and hope.
I was impressed of how vulnerable and then how strong she became. I appreciated
the trust and sincerity in her message. She was actually not my biological
sister yet she was more than a real sister to me.
Right now, I missed them
both. I miss that man waiting for me outside and the sister patiently waiting
for me inside our cottage. Time runs so fast, it has been three years now and I
could still imagine the thrill, worries, doubts, shyness and love I was feeling
that day. That was my “One Sweet Day”.
December 18, 2011 at 10:51 PM
hi there. thanks for visiting my blog. :)
this story reminds me of memorable things that happened to me regarding my "lovelife". I know how good it feels... most of the time, I would like to go back to those memories, be able to live it again. as in ganun kasarap. hehe.
ano na nangyari sa guy? :D chismosa noh? thanks again :)