Even though I am together with Sam for only 3 years, but I was always there by his side through thick and thin. One of them was the death of his beloved grandmother, Helen. I remember very clearly the moment he looked when he heard his grandmother had died. I saw his face turned into a sad ashen grey. His eyes just lost all hope. I could see tears coming. I remember him putting his face into his hands, trying so hard to hide the tears from me. I knew he was heartbroken. I hugged him tight and said, "I'm sorry..." And with that, he just broke down.
I went to the funeral service with him. No doubt I didn't see an inch of greve in his eyes, but I know deep down he was hurting. I held tight to his hand, I didn't know what to do at that very moment. But soon, he learned to cope. I helped him became better. Sometimes, I ask him to tell me about how special his grandparents are. I am always at awe how long the both of them are married. 60 years. I never knew people can be married for that long. But I remember Helen told me this, "I was born in a time when something is broken, we will try and fix it..." How true is that.
One day, I saw Sam acting all weird around me. I decided to confront him. "Samuel... It there anything that is bothering you?" He shook his head. "Clare, I have something to tell you..." He brought me to a bench for me to sit. "Clare, remember I told you about my grandparents and how their marriage survived for so long?" I nodded slowly, not knowing what will come next. "Well, in my grandmother's will, I inherited something from her..." He took out a small velvet box and opened it. Inside lay a very simple yet elegant. "This is the symbol of my grandparents' marriage, and she wanted me to keep it for the time being. But I think it is time to give it to the owner..." he said. I nodded and ask, "Who would that be? You mum?" He shook his head. Before I knew it, he was kneeling one leg on the floor. "No, you are..." I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what I just heard, but also, what I heard next. "Clare, will you be my wife?" I didn't know what to say. I kneeled down in front of him. "Only if you become my husband..." I saw him smile for the first time in so many months. He hugged me tight, and kissed me.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
For A Kiss
*This story was inspired and based on a song I heard a few weeks ago. It made me 'feel' the song differently. Hope you guys enjoy this! =)
*I hope that it isn't too confusing, the Italic/Pink and the 'normal'/Blue wordings are two different Point of Views (POV). Enjoy!
~~~
It was all a blur. Everything moved so fast, everything happened so fast. The next thing I knew, I saw my best friend, Dan was in front of me. I didn’t know what he was doing there, but all I knew is that my heart was pounding hard inside me. . .
I know that if I didn’t do this now, it will never happen and Jamie will never know. Thank Christ I brought the disk, this dance didn’t have ANY good slow songs to dance to. I saw her just sitting alone at her table while all her friends went and dance. She looked so beautiful in the dark satin blue dress. It made her hair became more radiant. I need to let her enjoy this final and huge even before we graduate. I have to tell her before we graduate. I still couldn’t believe that I am doing this now. But, it is now or never. I have to let her know. Now, I am just standing in front of her like a goon. I have to do something!
Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of me. “Can I have the next dance?” I was surprised that Dan wanted me to dance, especially with him. I knew him all my life, and I knew very well he didn’t like to dance. He knew very well too that I can’t dance. I felt like an idiot just sitting there staring at him. I could see he began to feel awkward. I decided to just dance with him this one dance. I put my right hand onto his, “Okay…” I saw this radiant smile on his face, which made my heart, skipped many beats.
I can’t believe it, she agreed to dance with me! Now, I just need to signal the music dude to pop in the disc.
“Dan, you know very well I can’t dance…” I said. He was bringing me to the middle of the dance floor. “We don’t really need to dance like those people on the reality dance shows, we can just sway to the music.” he said. It felt awkward to be passing through couples dancing those upbeat songs the DJ is playing. “Dan, I don’t like dancing to these songs…can we go back and just talk?” I said. “It won’t be long till the next song comes…” he just plainly replied.
I brought her to the middle of the dance floor. I tried to look for Tim, the music guy. He saw me. I nodded to tell him to put the disc in. He put a thumb up sign. At that moment, I started to feel nervous.
The current song finally ended. I heard a deep baritone voice through the microphone. “Hi again, I was asked by a guy here in the crowd to put this song up for a special person. Normally I wouldn’t put up a song like this. So, hope this special someone would enjoy dancing with your special someone!” Soon, I heard this soothing song coming through the speakers instead of the rock and roll and pop songs blaring from the speakers. Only then I noticed, I was in the middle of the room with Dan. “Can I have this dance?” he asked. I smiled shyly, and nodded.
I took her right hand and put it on my left shoulder. She put her other hand on my other shoulder. I put my arms on her waist. My heart was doing the tango, at one point I thought it was going to burst out because of nervousness. Soon, we started swaying slowly to the music. After a couple of minutes, we became more relaxed. Jamie even laid her head on my shoulder. I hugged her a little tighter while we dance.
I started to enjoy the dance. I enjoyed swaying to the rhythm of the song. I put my head onto his shoulder, arms around him. I breathe in his fresh cologne. Even though I started to relax, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t believe I was dancing with my best friend, my crush.
It was now or never. I have to tell her. I whispered into her ear, “Jamie…I want to tell you something…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she was listening. I pulled her for me to look at her. I stared into her eyes, those mysterious dark eyes. “Jamie, I…I…have a something to tell you…”
My facial nerves felt numb. I could hear my heart beating against my ear drums. I didn’t know what Dan was going to say. I didn’t know what to expect. At that moment, I didn’t dare to breathe, I didn’t know why. I knew inside me, all hell broke loose. But somehow, Dan’s soft brown eyes calmed me.
I took out the box. It was lying in my pocket far too long, I wanted to give it to her. “Jamie, I wanted...I mean, I meant to give you this all night…”
It was a corsage, a really pretty one. It suited my dress very well.
“Can I…put it on for you?” I asked. Jamie smiled shyly, and nodded. I smiled and took her left wrist. I slipped the corsage on. “Thank you…” Jamie whispered. I was over the moon, but I knew my task wasn’t done.
I loved the corsage. It was the most beautiful one I have ever seen. I smiled secretly. This made me fell in love with him more.
We started dancing again. I knew I had to tell her before the song ended. While we swayed, I stared into her eyes. Somehow, the distance between us became smaller and smaller.
My heart started beat so fast. I held my breath. I couldn’t move much. His eyes were soft, yet penetrating.
Her lips felt so soft. I felt her hands on my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek. My arms pulled her nearer by the waist. I didn’t dare to breathe.
It all happened so fast. One moment we were staring each other’s eyes. Now, we were kissing. I was shocked. But my heart wanted to burst out from excitement. My eyes closed, my fingers grazed his hair.
I knew it was only a few minutes, but I wanted it to go on for as long as possible. I wanted to hug her for eternity, but I knew anything good would come to an end. I could see Jamie blushing shyly. I pulled her out to the outdoors, just outside the ballroom doors. I wanted to tell her my feelings. It was dim outside, but bright enough to see her. “Jamie…I wanted to tell you this for a long time…that, I love you…”
I was shock. I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I could say was, “Shh…keep quiet, and let’s dance…”
I smiled. I put my hands on her cheek.
I put my forehead onto his, and smiled. I held my breath.
I didn’t dare to breathe again. I closed the distance, for a kiss.
********
This story was based on the song below:
For a Kiss
I must be lucky or this must be my day
It’s the warmth of holding you till I’m infused by your scent
I think its something I can feel for myself
Could it get any better than this, I’m holding my breath
For a kiss
Unyielding motion that’s wrapped in a smile
But you seem so steady as I am burning inside
I feel the warmth as I have fallen too deep
Now I know that you know me thought I’ve been told to believe
It’s just a kiss
For a kiss
Close your eyes and we can float away
All alone through this crowded place
Maybe you and I can find some time
Till forever or more
So baby move your lips
Come close I need this kiss
No time to fake I just can’t explain
The sweetest touch that I just can’t get enough
Could it get any better than this I’m holding my breath
For a kiss
(The Video of the song)
*I hope that it isn't too confusing, the Italic/Pink and the 'normal'/Blue wordings are two different Point of Views (POV). Enjoy!
~~~
It was all a blur. Everything moved so fast, everything happened so fast. The next thing I knew, I saw my best friend, Dan was in front of me. I didn’t know what he was doing there, but all I knew is that my heart was pounding hard inside me. . .
I know that if I didn’t do this now, it will never happen and Jamie will never know. Thank Christ I brought the disk, this dance didn’t have ANY good slow songs to dance to. I saw her just sitting alone at her table while all her friends went and dance. She looked so beautiful in the dark satin blue dress. It made her hair became more radiant. I need to let her enjoy this final and huge even before we graduate. I have to tell her before we graduate. I still couldn’t believe that I am doing this now. But, it is now or never. I have to let her know. Now, I am just standing in front of her like a goon. I have to do something!
Suddenly, he put his right hand in front of me. “Can I have the next dance?” I was surprised that Dan wanted me to dance, especially with him. I knew him all my life, and I knew very well he didn’t like to dance. He knew very well too that I can’t dance. I felt like an idiot just sitting there staring at him. I could see he began to feel awkward. I decided to just dance with him this one dance. I put my right hand onto his, “Okay…” I saw this radiant smile on his face, which made my heart, skipped many beats.
I can’t believe it, she agreed to dance with me! Now, I just need to signal the music dude to pop in the disc.
“Dan, you know very well I can’t dance…” I said. He was bringing me to the middle of the dance floor. “We don’t really need to dance like those people on the reality dance shows, we can just sway to the music.” he said. It felt awkward to be passing through couples dancing those upbeat songs the DJ is playing. “Dan, I don’t like dancing to these songs…can we go back and just talk?” I said. “It won’t be long till the next song comes…” he just plainly replied.
I brought her to the middle of the dance floor. I tried to look for Tim, the music guy. He saw me. I nodded to tell him to put the disc in. He put a thumb up sign. At that moment, I started to feel nervous.
The current song finally ended. I heard a deep baritone voice through the microphone. “Hi again, I was asked by a guy here in the crowd to put this song up for a special person. Normally I wouldn’t put up a song like this. So, hope this special someone would enjoy dancing with your special someone!” Soon, I heard this soothing song coming through the speakers instead of the rock and roll and pop songs blaring from the speakers. Only then I noticed, I was in the middle of the room with Dan. “Can I have this dance?” he asked. I smiled shyly, and nodded.
I took her right hand and put it on my left shoulder. She put her other hand on my other shoulder. I put my arms on her waist. My heart was doing the tango, at one point I thought it was going to burst out because of nervousness. Soon, we started swaying slowly to the music. After a couple of minutes, we became more relaxed. Jamie even laid her head on my shoulder. I hugged her a little tighter while we dance.
I started to enjoy the dance. I enjoyed swaying to the rhythm of the song. I put my head onto his shoulder, arms around him. I breathe in his fresh cologne. Even though I started to relax, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t believe I was dancing with my best friend, my crush.
It was now or never. I have to tell her. I whispered into her ear, “Jamie…I want to tell you something…” She didn’t answer, but I knew she was listening. I pulled her for me to look at her. I stared into her eyes, those mysterious dark eyes. “Jamie, I…I…have a something to tell you…”
My facial nerves felt numb. I could hear my heart beating against my ear drums. I didn’t know what Dan was going to say. I didn’t know what to expect. At that moment, I didn’t dare to breathe, I didn’t know why. I knew inside me, all hell broke loose. But somehow, Dan’s soft brown eyes calmed me.
I took out the box. It was lying in my pocket far too long, I wanted to give it to her. “Jamie, I wanted...I mean, I meant to give you this all night…”
It was a corsage, a really pretty one. It suited my dress very well.
“Can I…put it on for you?” I asked. Jamie smiled shyly, and nodded. I smiled and took her left wrist. I slipped the corsage on. “Thank you…” Jamie whispered. I was over the moon, but I knew my task wasn’t done.
I loved the corsage. It was the most beautiful one I have ever seen. I smiled secretly. This made me fell in love with him more.
We started dancing again. I knew I had to tell her before the song ended. While we swayed, I stared into her eyes. Somehow, the distance between us became smaller and smaller.
My heart started beat so fast. I held my breath. I couldn’t move much. His eyes were soft, yet penetrating.
Her lips felt so soft. I felt her hands on my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek. My arms pulled her nearer by the waist. I didn’t dare to breathe.
It all happened so fast. One moment we were staring each other’s eyes. Now, we were kissing. I was shocked. But my heart wanted to burst out from excitement. My eyes closed, my fingers grazed his hair.
I knew it was only a few minutes, but I wanted it to go on for as long as possible. I wanted to hug her for eternity, but I knew anything good would come to an end. I could see Jamie blushing shyly. I pulled her out to the outdoors, just outside the ballroom doors. I wanted to tell her my feelings. It was dim outside, but bright enough to see her. “Jamie…I wanted to tell you this for a long time…that, I love you…”
I was shock. I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I could say was, “Shh…keep quiet, and let’s dance…”
I smiled. I put my hands on her cheek.
I put my forehead onto his, and smiled. I held my breath.
I didn’t dare to breathe again. I closed the distance, for a kiss.
********
This story was based on the song below:
For a Kiss
I must be lucky or this must be my day
It’s the warmth of holding you till I’m infused by your scent
I think its something I can feel for myself
Could it get any better than this, I’m holding my breath
For a kiss
Unyielding motion that’s wrapped in a smile
But you seem so steady as I am burning inside
I feel the warmth as I have fallen too deep
Now I know that you know me thought I’ve been told to believe
It’s just a kiss
For a kiss
Close your eyes and we can float away
All alone through this crowded place
Maybe you and I can find some time
Till forever or more
So baby move your lips
Come close I need this kiss
No time to fake I just can’t explain
The sweetest touch that I just can’t get enough
Could it get any better than this I’m holding my breath
For a kiss
(The Video of the song)
Monday, April 9, 2012
I Don't Deserve Your Love
By nature, I am a quiet kind of guy. I have a couple of friends, but not any one of them is close to me. I never had a girlfriend before. I never liked to talk to a girl because I am an introvert. I never fallen for a girl before, until I met her.
I was in a park when I saw a guy slapping a girl. The girl was crying in pain. I didn’t know what happened to me at that moment. I went up to the guy and pulled him away from the girl. The girl immediately hid behind me. The guy wanted to punch me in the face, but thank god I learned Taekwondo when I was younger. In the end, he ran away with a broken nose. I turned my attention to the girl. “Hey, you okay?” I asked. Even though her eyes were swollen from crying and her cheeks were tear-stained, she looked beautiful. “I’m okay…” I heard her whispered. I brought her to a bench nearby and sat down. I took out a tissue and wiped her cheeks. I saw a small cut on her chin. “You have a small cut on your chin…” I said. Her hand voluntarily went to her chin. Her long slender fingers grazed lightly along the wound. “Its okay…” she eventually replied.
After awhile, she calmed down enough for me to ask her what happened. “The guy you punched just now was my boyfriend.” she said. “I wanted to break up with him for a long time, but he didn’t want to. So, he started to yell at me and beat me up.” I saw her arms were full of bruises and scars. “Thank you for helping me…” she said, and smiled at me. I noticed that was the most beautiful smile I ever seen. “I just couldn’t bring myself to see that dude beat you up like that.” I replied timidly. She grinned and held out her hand, “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Hi, my name’s Clare.” I shook her out stretched hand, “I’m Vincent.”
From that point on, we started to know each other. We exchanged numbers, added each other in the social network. I didn’t have the guts to start a conversation via online or through the phone. It was Clare who started everything. Because of her, I used the computer practically everyday. We would talk on the phone till the wee hours of morning. I loved the way she giggles through the phone. I knew there and then I was falling for her. On every weekend evening, we would meet up at the park and just talk and chat. I really enjoy our little chatting sessions. Sometimes, we would just meet up there and go for a latte or even dinner together. I can see Clare is more of the extrovert. She is the cute, bubbly girl I had fallen for. And I can see that Clare also noticed I was the quiet one. We had gotten really close within 2 months time.
One night, Clare messaged me. “Hey, Vince. You free tomorrow night? Meet me at the park at 10pm. Hope you could go. =)” I actually smiled reading the message. I agreed to it and told her I can’t wait. The next day, I couldn’t stay still. I was really excited to meet her. by 9.30pm, I drove to the park and waited for her there. Within a couple of few minutes, I saw Clare walking towards me, smiling widely. I saw that she was holding a brown paper bag. “Hi Vincent.” She said, smiling widely. I just smiled in reply. “I wanted to see the stars tonight. So, I hoped you wouldn’t mind calling you out. I brought a sandwich for the each of us.” I smiled. We both went to the empty field and sat on the soft grass. After eating the delicious sandwich while chatting, we lay on the field. We just stare up into the beautiful night sky where the pretty stars twinkle. A breeze came and went. I felt Clare shivered. I took off my jacket and put it on her. “Thanks.” She smiled, and planted a kiss on the cheek. I pulled her closer to me. I was waiting for her to pull away, but it didn’t happen. She lay on my shoulder while stargazing. We were silent for awhile. Suddenly, we saw a meteor in the night sky. “Oh my goodness! A meteor! Make a wish! Make a wish!” Immediately, she closed her eyes, clasped her hand and started wishing. I decided to do the same too. I closed my eyes. ‘I wish…that Clare feels the same way for me too…’ When I opened my eyes, I saw Clara peering into me curiously. “What did you wished for?” she asked. I shook my head and gave a laugh. “I can’t tell you, if not the wish won’t work…” I said. “What about you?” I asked. “Me? Well, no harm telling you. I just don’t want to be with guys who beat me up…the last one with Paul, just makes me want to stay away from any relationship.” she replied. My mood sank low when I heard that. “Vincent, I love being with you. You are the best-est friend I ever had. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve your friendship…” I put both of my hand on her shoulders, “Of course not. Don’t be silly. I am happy to have you as my best friend too…” I kissed her on her forehead, something I wouldn’t dare to do before I met her.
After that night, I still haven’t told her my feelings for her, especially after I heard her wish. I didn’t want to lose our friendship because of my feelings for her. So, I became more conscious whenever I was with her. But my feelings towards her began to increase as days past. I thought my little secret would stay hidden for a very long time, but sometime later, it finally resurfaced.
It was the weekend again. I decided to get two cups of latte for the both of us downtown. Because of the long queue there, I was a little late reaching the park. I was looking for Clare when I saw a familiar guy in the park. His hand was holding Clare’s wrist. She was trying to loosen the grip. I knew that instant who it was. It was Paul. I could see Clare crying in pain at the tight grip of Paul’s hand. I didn’t even bother about the coffee in my hand, I ran towards them and pushed Paul aside. “Dude, what’s your problem?” I asked him. I could see his bloodshot eyes staring back at me. “I want to talk to my girlfriend. Move over, bastard!” He tried to shove me aside, but I didn’t move an inch. Clare was behind me, holding onto my arm tightly. “Who says that Clare is your girlfriend?” he asked. “Of course she is, right, baby?” he asked Clare. Clare didn’t dare to look at Paul. I knew she was terrified. “You are wrong. She is my girlfriend now.” I replied plainly. I could see the shock in Paul’s eyes. But within seconds, the shock turned into anger. He tried to get hold of Clare. “Clare, you didn’t tell me you were with him.” Before he could even touch her arm, I gave a huge punch on his nose. He cried out in pain. I could see blood coming out from his nose. “I want you to leave Clare alone, understand?” I asked. He nodded, and wobbled off.
“Clare, are you alright?” I asked, getting worried. “I…I think so…but, I think I sprained my wrist.” The both of us sat down on us bench. I massaged her wrist, trying to ease the pain. After a couple of minutes of silence, she asked, “Vincent, you like me, don’t you?” I could feel myself turning red. I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded eventually. “Vince, look at me in the eye.” she said. I looked into her green eyes, the beautiful pair of eyes that I loved. “Vince, you know very well I don’t deserve any love from other people, especially you after you had saved me twice from Paul. I shook my head, “Of course not, you deserve everything and anything.” She shook her head over and over again. I could see tears flowing down her cheek again. “No, I don’t deserve anybody’s love. Even my parents, my family doesn’t love me. Why should I need another man’s love?” And she cried even more. I hugged her tightly. I whispered into her ear, “I love you for who you are. For what you had given me. You made me a different person after I met you.” I looked into her eyes. “That is why, you deserve everything and anything. You deserve my love.” I just kissed her there and then.
I was in a park when I saw a guy slapping a girl. The girl was crying in pain. I didn’t know what happened to me at that moment. I went up to the guy and pulled him away from the girl. The girl immediately hid behind me. The guy wanted to punch me in the face, but thank god I learned Taekwondo when I was younger. In the end, he ran away with a broken nose. I turned my attention to the girl. “Hey, you okay?” I asked. Even though her eyes were swollen from crying and her cheeks were tear-stained, she looked beautiful. “I’m okay…” I heard her whispered. I brought her to a bench nearby and sat down. I took out a tissue and wiped her cheeks. I saw a small cut on her chin. “You have a small cut on your chin…” I said. Her hand voluntarily went to her chin. Her long slender fingers grazed lightly along the wound. “Its okay…” she eventually replied.
After awhile, she calmed down enough for me to ask her what happened. “The guy you punched just now was my boyfriend.” she said. “I wanted to break up with him for a long time, but he didn’t want to. So, he started to yell at me and beat me up.” I saw her arms were full of bruises and scars. “Thank you for helping me…” she said, and smiled at me. I noticed that was the most beautiful smile I ever seen. “I just couldn’t bring myself to see that dude beat you up like that.” I replied timidly. She grinned and held out her hand, “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Hi, my name’s Clare.” I shook her out stretched hand, “I’m Vincent.”
From that point on, we started to know each other. We exchanged numbers, added each other in the social network. I didn’t have the guts to start a conversation via online or through the phone. It was Clare who started everything. Because of her, I used the computer practically everyday. We would talk on the phone till the wee hours of morning. I loved the way she giggles through the phone. I knew there and then I was falling for her. On every weekend evening, we would meet up at the park and just talk and chat. I really enjoy our little chatting sessions. Sometimes, we would just meet up there and go for a latte or even dinner together. I can see Clare is more of the extrovert. She is the cute, bubbly girl I had fallen for. And I can see that Clare also noticed I was the quiet one. We had gotten really close within 2 months time.
One night, Clare messaged me. “Hey, Vince. You free tomorrow night? Meet me at the park at 10pm. Hope you could go. =)” I actually smiled reading the message. I agreed to it and told her I can’t wait. The next day, I couldn’t stay still. I was really excited to meet her. by 9.30pm, I drove to the park and waited for her there. Within a couple of few minutes, I saw Clare walking towards me, smiling widely. I saw that she was holding a brown paper bag. “Hi Vincent.” She said, smiling widely. I just smiled in reply. “I wanted to see the stars tonight. So, I hoped you wouldn’t mind calling you out. I brought a sandwich for the each of us.” I smiled. We both went to the empty field and sat on the soft grass. After eating the delicious sandwich while chatting, we lay on the field. We just stare up into the beautiful night sky where the pretty stars twinkle. A breeze came and went. I felt Clare shivered. I took off my jacket and put it on her. “Thanks.” She smiled, and planted a kiss on the cheek. I pulled her closer to me. I was waiting for her to pull away, but it didn’t happen. She lay on my shoulder while stargazing. We were silent for awhile. Suddenly, we saw a meteor in the night sky. “Oh my goodness! A meteor! Make a wish! Make a wish!” Immediately, she closed her eyes, clasped her hand and started wishing. I decided to do the same too. I closed my eyes. ‘I wish…that Clare feels the same way for me too…’ When I opened my eyes, I saw Clara peering into me curiously. “What did you wished for?” she asked. I shook my head and gave a laugh. “I can’t tell you, if not the wish won’t work…” I said. “What about you?” I asked. “Me? Well, no harm telling you. I just don’t want to be with guys who beat me up…the last one with Paul, just makes me want to stay away from any relationship.” she replied. My mood sank low when I heard that. “Vincent, I love being with you. You are the best-est friend I ever had. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve your friendship…” I put both of my hand on her shoulders, “Of course not. Don’t be silly. I am happy to have you as my best friend too…” I kissed her on her forehead, something I wouldn’t dare to do before I met her.
After that night, I still haven’t told her my feelings for her, especially after I heard her wish. I didn’t want to lose our friendship because of my feelings for her. So, I became more conscious whenever I was with her. But my feelings towards her began to increase as days past. I thought my little secret would stay hidden for a very long time, but sometime later, it finally resurfaced.
It was the weekend again. I decided to get two cups of latte for the both of us downtown. Because of the long queue there, I was a little late reaching the park. I was looking for Clare when I saw a familiar guy in the park. His hand was holding Clare’s wrist. She was trying to loosen the grip. I knew that instant who it was. It was Paul. I could see Clare crying in pain at the tight grip of Paul’s hand. I didn’t even bother about the coffee in my hand, I ran towards them and pushed Paul aside. “Dude, what’s your problem?” I asked him. I could see his bloodshot eyes staring back at me. “I want to talk to my girlfriend. Move over, bastard!” He tried to shove me aside, but I didn’t move an inch. Clare was behind me, holding onto my arm tightly. “Who says that Clare is your girlfriend?” he asked. “Of course she is, right, baby?” he asked Clare. Clare didn’t dare to look at Paul. I knew she was terrified. “You are wrong. She is my girlfriend now.” I replied plainly. I could see the shock in Paul’s eyes. But within seconds, the shock turned into anger. He tried to get hold of Clare. “Clare, you didn’t tell me you were with him.” Before he could even touch her arm, I gave a huge punch on his nose. He cried out in pain. I could see blood coming out from his nose. “I want you to leave Clare alone, understand?” I asked. He nodded, and wobbled off.
“Clare, are you alright?” I asked, getting worried. “I…I think so…but, I think I sprained my wrist.” The both of us sat down on us bench. I massaged her wrist, trying to ease the pain. After a couple of minutes of silence, she asked, “Vincent, you like me, don’t you?” I could feel myself turning red. I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded eventually. “Vince, look at me in the eye.” she said. I looked into her green eyes, the beautiful pair of eyes that I loved. “Vince, you know very well I don’t deserve any love from other people, especially you after you had saved me twice from Paul. I shook my head, “Of course not, you deserve everything and anything.” She shook her head over and over again. I could see tears flowing down her cheek again. “No, I don’t deserve anybody’s love. Even my parents, my family doesn’t love me. Why should I need another man’s love?” And she cried even more. I hugged her tightly. I whispered into her ear, “I love you for who you are. For what you had given me. You made me a different person after I met you.” I looked into her eyes. “That is why, you deserve everything and anything. You deserve my love.” I just kissed her there and then.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Eyes tell
I saw her eyes,
I saw hurt,
But her smile tired and cover it up.
I just wanted to protect her,
From anything that could her hurt.
But how to protect her?
He saw my eyes,
I know he saw hurt in my eyes,
Even though I tried to hide it with a smile,
But,
How long can I keep this up?
How long can I put up with this?
I just need him to tell me it is okay.
Only then I know,
Everything will be fine.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Dear Future Wife
I have a wonderful husband. He loves me very much and adores me. Kenny is a great person and I love him dearly. I am blessed to have a guy like him. We got married for nearly 25 years. Before we got married, we dated for 8 years. I was very happy during those 8 years. I fell more and more in love with Kenneth. After getting married, I gave birth to a beautiful daughter. She is 23 now and is working in another town. Even though Ken is a great guy, but something got me thinking. During our dating years, a lot of Kenny’s old time buddies warned me about Kenny’s attitude.
I remember one of his friend’s exact words, “Beware of Ken, he has a bad temper sometimes.” I tried to find out more about it, but there’s nothing to find. I couldn’t see any temper in Ken. So, I didn’t bother to find out more. One day, I was cleaning out some of Ken’s pile of paper in his study. I saw a letter in the middle of the pile. It was in a fancy envelope with Ken’s messy cursive. It was addressed to ‘My Future Wife’. I was curious about it, I then decided to open the letter. The first phrase that hit me was, ‘Dear Future Wife’ I decided to continue reading.
“Dear Future Wife,
I know you are out there somewhere. I know…you are walking somewhere on Earth, wondering about the future. Well, I wonder who you might be. I imagine you to be beautiful. I imagine your eyes will shine when I see you. I imagine you to be the most kindest person, the most generous person. I think of you ever day. I can’t wait to meet you, to know you, and also especially, to love you.
I had some regrets in the past. I rush into things to fast, and it just screws everything. Just to be frank, because I rushed into relationship, my first love, my first girl I ever dated previously, I hurt her. I…made her cry. I blew off steam. I became angry, really angry. I hurt her, really bad. I remember slapping her, thinking that it was normal in a relationship, but in the end, I knew it was not. I threw things in our apartment, making a huge mess and many tears spilled. I regretted doing so. In the end, I did something that helped her, release her from the hurt I was giving her. I let her go. I broke up with her, telling her it was my fault from the beginning till the end. I knew breaking up with her would hurt her too, as much as how it had hurt me. But I know as time pass, the wound in our hearts would heal. I remember seeing her after a couple of months of us not together. I remember seeing her smile with her friends, and a guy I could see that truly love her. I wanted to have that, but not now. I will wait for you, my future wife.
Since then, I never rushed into any serious relationship with a girl. I am just waiting for the right person to come into my life and change me. I know it would be you, my future wife. I know that you are meant to be mine when I see how any simple thing you do could change my life upside down. I want to make you feel that you are the luckiest woman in the world for you will be my princess.
I swore to myself not to get angry with you when we start dating. I swore not to hurt you, whether or not physically or mentally. I swore that I would protect you with all my heart. I swore to myself not to let you cry because of my wrong-doings. I learned from my mistakes when I was with my first girlfriend. I am letting time and God do the trick for me. I am letting them find you when the time has come. I know I will meet you then. I will let you be the happiest person on this world. I won’t hurt you, I swear I won’t.
Dear my beloved future wife, I swear on God’s name to take care of you, to love, to adore you till death to us part. I can’t wait to meet you. I do hope you are waiting for me, like how I am waiting for you. I love you, my future wife.
24th March 1982”
I actually cried reading it. I couldn’t believe it. I never knew Kenneth had a past like that. No wonder he treated me like I was the happiest girl then on Earth. I heard the front door open. I wiped the tears away, hoping Ken wouldn’t notice I was crying. But he did. “Donna, are you okay? Why are you crying?” he asked, very worried. I took out the letter and showed him. “It’s so beautiful…” I said in between sobs. He kissed me on the cheek. I asked him, “How did you know I was the one? How did you know I was going to be your wife when you first met me? How did you know I was the one?” He calmed me down. He kissed me on the lips before telling me, “I knew you were the one. I wrote in the letter my future wife was going to be special. You are special. That’s why I love you, my then-future-wife…”
I remember one of his friend’s exact words, “Beware of Ken, he has a bad temper sometimes.” I tried to find out more about it, but there’s nothing to find. I couldn’t see any temper in Ken. So, I didn’t bother to find out more. One day, I was cleaning out some of Ken’s pile of paper in his study. I saw a letter in the middle of the pile. It was in a fancy envelope with Ken’s messy cursive. It was addressed to ‘My Future Wife’. I was curious about it, I then decided to open the letter. The first phrase that hit me was, ‘Dear Future Wife’ I decided to continue reading.
“Dear Future Wife,
I know you are out there somewhere. I know…you are walking somewhere on Earth, wondering about the future. Well, I wonder who you might be. I imagine you to be beautiful. I imagine your eyes will shine when I see you. I imagine you to be the most kindest person, the most generous person. I think of you ever day. I can’t wait to meet you, to know you, and also especially, to love you.
I had some regrets in the past. I rush into things to fast, and it just screws everything. Just to be frank, because I rushed into relationship, my first love, my first girl I ever dated previously, I hurt her. I…made her cry. I blew off steam. I became angry, really angry. I hurt her, really bad. I remember slapping her, thinking that it was normal in a relationship, but in the end, I knew it was not. I threw things in our apartment, making a huge mess and many tears spilled. I regretted doing so. In the end, I did something that helped her, release her from the hurt I was giving her. I let her go. I broke up with her, telling her it was my fault from the beginning till the end. I knew breaking up with her would hurt her too, as much as how it had hurt me. But I know as time pass, the wound in our hearts would heal. I remember seeing her after a couple of months of us not together. I remember seeing her smile with her friends, and a guy I could see that truly love her. I wanted to have that, but not now. I will wait for you, my future wife.
Since then, I never rushed into any serious relationship with a girl. I am just waiting for the right person to come into my life and change me. I know it would be you, my future wife. I know that you are meant to be mine when I see how any simple thing you do could change my life upside down. I want to make you feel that you are the luckiest woman in the world for you will be my princess.
I swore to myself not to get angry with you when we start dating. I swore not to hurt you, whether or not physically or mentally. I swore that I would protect you with all my heart. I swore to myself not to let you cry because of my wrong-doings. I learned from my mistakes when I was with my first girlfriend. I am letting time and God do the trick for me. I am letting them find you when the time has come. I know I will meet you then. I will let you be the happiest person on this world. I won’t hurt you, I swear I won’t.
Dear my beloved future wife, I swear on God’s name to take care of you, to love, to adore you till death to us part. I can’t wait to meet you. I do hope you are waiting for me, like how I am waiting for you. I love you, my future wife.
24th March 1982”
I actually cried reading it. I couldn’t believe it. I never knew Kenneth had a past like that. No wonder he treated me like I was the happiest girl then on Earth. I heard the front door open. I wiped the tears away, hoping Ken wouldn’t notice I was crying. But he did. “Donna, are you okay? Why are you crying?” he asked, very worried. I took out the letter and showed him. “It’s so beautiful…” I said in between sobs. He kissed me on the cheek. I asked him, “How did you know I was the one? How did you know I was going to be your wife when you first met me? How did you know I was the one?” He calmed me down. He kissed me on the lips before telling me, “I knew you were the one. I wrote in the letter my future wife was going to be special. You are special. That’s why I love you, my then-future-wife…”
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