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Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Fariytale~

Oh-my-GOD!



I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him at the park! I watched him with predator eyes. He was so handsome, I could never take my eyes off him. I knew that from the first time I met him, I would love him forever. I knew that when I first laid eyes on him, we were meant to be. I knew that when I touched him, he felt the electricity that pierced through our skin, that tingling sensation. I knew, I knew. I used to know everything... But now, when I see him in the park, the place he broke off with me three years ago, I don't know anything anymore...


I used to be the most popular girl in school. Every girl wanted to be my best friend, every guy wanted to go out with me. From that break-up onwards, I knew I would always be a "used-to-be". A "used-to-be" high school student; a "used-to-be" the most popular, a "used-to-be" having someone tailing me all the time. All those "used-to-be"s have been chucked away by me. I threw them in a wastepaper basket like a pile of rotten tomatoes. Everything started and ended with that break-up with "him", but of course, I never blamed him... I loved him, and I couldn't stop loving him.


I was the popular girl in school but he was just nerd. He was always bullied and... you know the rest. Nerds. I never knew him when he was a nerd. Or more likely, I never knew he was a nerd. He never wore glasses and he always looked so good. He had a great personality and everything. I was a cheerleader and I always expected to see him playing some sport but I never did. I actually stalked him....

Who knew he never played sports, or more like he sucked at them. One day when I was heading back from Drama Class, I caught him in the lab. There he was, sitting attentively, like a little puppy. Then I started to see him more often. I purposely skipped a few minutes of Drama Class to have a peek at him. Of course, being popular has it's bad points too. I had loyal followers who would follow me around everyday. Every time I wanted to sneak a glance at him, I had to make sure there were no eyes on me. I would be so busted if the guy I was dating at that time caught me checking out another guy.


I had a feeling he never noticed me at all, so I went to higher measures. I purposely knocked into him once and I fell on the floor. He, of course, was quite confused and shocked. I, has many observers and guys who wanted to help me up. But I didn't want any guy, I wanted him, and only him. I tried not to make eye contact because they would know how desperately I wanted him. I had to try to get up myself, then I saw it. His hand. He put out his hand to help me up, I was ecstatic! I smiled and him and took his hand and I could feel that electrical jolt passing through my entire body and I knew he felt it too because he blushed.

"S... Sorry!" he said it and he ran down the hall. I tried to catch him after school and luckily, I did. I wanted to ask him out, but it seemed weird for a popular girl like me to ask a nerd like him out. So I thought of a reason. When I asked him, I said, "Honey, I owe you for helping me out just now. Thanks. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee later?"


He was dumbfounded. But maybe it was because I said "Honey". I smiled, "Are you free now? I will treat you." He never gave me an answer to that question, he just looked at me. Frustrated, I said, "Come, my treat." I practically pulled him to the coffee shop. He ordered a bottle of mineral water and when I asked why, he said, "I'm allergic to caffeine." That shut me up just right. But we started talking not long after. It was more like I was talking because he hardly spoke. In the end, I wanted to give up on him. He was hopeless! But he did something I never see him do: he smiled at me. I was very pleased with myself. Then he popped the million dollar question that melted my heart into goo, "Would you like to catch a movie sometime? I feel bad knocking you down then having you treat me for this bottle of water." He blushed and looked aside, and that was all he needed to do to make him fall in love with him.

We became steady after a few dates. A lot of people were shocked. A popular girl and a nerd. Who would ever guess? But he was just so cute, and he never looked nerdy. We dated for a long time. We were so much in love. Then it was senior high. We were still dating at that time. We broke off around summer. He picked a great time to break up with me. Two days before summer vacation. He knew I would take time to recover. Oh, he was so considerate! It hurt me as much as it touched me to know he still loved me when he demoted our relationship.


On that day, spring flowers were fading and summer ones were blooming. He brought me a bonquet of my favourite flowers then he told me, “Kathy, you know I love you, and I always will. But our future is more important than our love. Kath, I love you, and I’ll miss you. I know this will hurt you as much as it will hurt me. Kath, let’s break up” He did not look at me when he said “let’s break up”. My heart was shattered and I asked him why. He said he needed to concentrate on his studies and he wouldn’t be available to be with me. I told him that we could get back together after graduation, he said he needed to go to Chicago to work for college. I was devastated and he knew it.


He lifted my chin and wiped away my tears with his thumb but my tears welled up and started falling again, I opened my mouth to talk but he put his finger on my lips and shook his head. I could see the sadness in his eyes, then very faintly, on my lips, he placed a kiss. Then he said, “Hush, don’t cry.” He embraced me and whispered in my ears, “I will come back for you. I will, I promise. But don’t wait for me, you should date a new guy as soon as you get one, regain your perfect life, boys and popularity, everything. I will come back here one day, if we meet in this park, it means we’re meant to be, if we don’t.... You are better off without me.” I wanted to protest, to tell him I’d wait a million years for him, but the words were caught in my throat and all that came out were sobs.


I skipped school for the next two days, knowing I would break down in tears the minute I lay eyes on him. My eyes were bloated and sore of crying too much; my voice was rough and my nose was blocked. I cried for weeks. I parents didn’t try to bother with my love life but this time when they saw me like this, they asked me what happened. I didn’t want to tell them, but I did anyway, I wanted somebody to share my feelings with, I wanted a shoulder to cry on and I wanted my parents to be the ones who would be there for me.


When I returned to school after summer vacation, my friends asked why did I break up with him. I told them we were going to break up anyway, so it was not big deal. My heart broke into thousands of pieces whenever they asked me that. I knew he told everybody that I broke up with him to retain my reputation. We graduated and he went to Chicago, I never saw him since. I tried to search him on Facebook but I couldn’t find him. I tried every social site but I got nothing.

Days became weeks and weeks became months. Everyday I would go back to the same park where we broke up just to feel his mild presence. It was the only happiness I could gain, to feel his long gone presence. Soon, days became years. 3 years in fact, until I could finally set my eyes on his solid body. At first I couldn’t believe it, it looked surreal, I wondered if my imagination was playing tricks on me.


I walked towards him, touched him and felt that electrical jolt that pierced through our bodies when we first touched. It couldn’t be anyone else! He turned to look at me and he smiled the warmest smile I ever saw!


“Hello, Kathy,” his eyes was filled with love. I nodded, “Kyle. How have you been?” He smiled again and said, “Let’s go get some coffee and catch up.” We went to the same place where we had our first date. He ordered a bottle of mineral water again.


“So, Kathy, have have you been?”


“Since the day you left for Chicago, I hardly ever left home.” I chuckled.


“I could tell, you lost your tan.”


“So what did you do in Chicago?”


“I worked in a bar and got a decent pay. I got a scholarship to study biological engineering in UCLA.”


“California?”


“Yeah.” He nodded.


“So... Did you... Date anybody?”

“Nope,” he shook his head and chuckled, “I could never forget about you.” Then he looked at me, “So, found any guy?”

“Never,” I said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He smiled.

This is our fairytale coming true.

-END-

This is me trying to write a serious love story. Why am I trying to write a love story anyway? It's because I write too much kill stuff so I'm trying to "broaden my horizons".