CHAPTER TEN

Even up to this very moment, I still remember the first day I met that lady. She was so stunningly beautiful, and I had to do something just so I could have the chance to meet her personally. I remembered my previous bulletins here in Friendster; I related what transpired that night and some people texted me and sent me messages just so they can find out what happened in my little adventure with my emotions. She was actually introduced to me by my friend, a very close friend, who happens to be one of the few people who was there for me at times I need a helping hand, and he was so supportive that he introduced me to the lady of my dreams. I remembered that night, I told her I was only 16 years old, and she actually believed it was true. I never thought people would actually believe me when I say those things, for most of the people I know think I’m actually older than 30.

I will never forget that night, for I still remember the first time I saw her smile. We went out just so we could get to know each other and it actually turned out just fine. I remember the first time we actually had the chance to talk face to face, we went to a coffee shop nearby and I actually told her everything about me, the drugs, the fighting, the organization, the temper, everything. It was actually something I was not to proud of, for most of the times when I go out with other people, I usually do a lasting impression, sometimes brag about myself, or do something that would remember me with, but not as a bad guy, only as a sweet and romantic fool. But that time I never knew what came to me. I just told her the truth, and it boggles my mind afterwards. She actually freaked out, even though she didn’t say a thing. I saw it in her two very attractive eyes, and she’s actually not that good in hiding it. I wanted to stop telling her everything about me, but I can’t. It’s like I don’t have the power to do it. And I was practically going on and on until there was no room to hide myself into.

We started talking and sending messages to one another, it was one of the best things that ever happened to my entire life. It was like magic, I never thought she would speak to me again, after I blurted out everything about me. It was a lasting impression alright, but I never thought it would be a good one after that. I remembered the time I told her about my feelings, I gave her a box. Inside the box was a poem I wrote, some flower incense, my journal, and a tape with songs that I personally wrote myself. One of the songs I wrote was actually dedicated to her, and for me, it was one of the best songs that I’ve ever written in my entire life. I was so inspired one night and I can’t stop thinking about her, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, just because all I do was daydream, dream about her. It was one magic I will never forget for the rest of my life.