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Note: This is just a story I made. Nothing here is true or happened. :)

I’m alone. That day, I’m in Starbucks in front of Ateneo De Manila waiting for my friends. Out of nowhere, I was

sitting alone in the couch when someone approached me, “Miss, are you with someone? Can I have a sit if you don’t mind?” and the I answered, “No, I’m alone, sure, take a seat.” How nice of me, isn’t it?

As he sitting there, I’m looking at him and wondering, “Why he seems so familiar to me?” but then I ignored it. He doesn’t talked to me and so do I. I don’t much talk to strangers unless they’ll do the move. And the silence stroked between me and this stranger guy sitting beside me and I actually have no idea who he is.

And then my friends are already come and I can’t stop thinking about that stranger guy who sat beside me. Honestly speaking, he caught my attention. And then, my friend asked me, “Margaret*, why are you sitting with the hottest guy from Ateneo? Do you know each other personally?” And then I was shocked. I asked hereif she’s sure about that, and then of course she was sure about that. It was the guy who I used to stalked months ago and it was him who sat beside me and I actually have no idea. The model and actor named Anthony Francisco*.

Few weeks later, I already forgot about what happened. I went to Ateneo Art Gallery to take shots of some paintings there that I’ll criticize for my Humanities paper. As I walk and looking at the painting. I accidentally slipped down the floor because of the slippery floor they have and clumsiness I’ve got since birth. I almost lay down there; I can’t get up, my back aches. But then somebody helped to get up, as I stood and fixed myself. I looked up to the stranger who helped me, and it was Anthony. I almost can’t believe that it was him, my stomach has butterflies and I kind of don’t know what to do. He’s asking me if I’m okay and if he has to bring me in the clinic to make sure if I’m okay. But then, I said no to him because I still have class and I’m already in a hurry. So he said that he’ll just bring me in my school with his care to make sure that I’m alright. And I said, “Okay.” I can’t say no to that. When we’re already on our way to my school, he asked for my name and I said, “Margaret Wong, Marge for short.” Before I get out of his car, I left a note, saying: “Hey, thank you so much! You’re such a hero. Haha. Text me, 09156537369, I hope we can be friends. Take care! – Marge”

Luckily, I’m not late in my English Class. I usually put my phone at the top of my desk so I would see if someone would text me. In the middle of the class I saw the usual “one message received” the sender is unknown, the number wasn’t registered in my phone. But then he’s not, its Anthony. He said, “Take care okay? I’m not there to save you; you’re a bit clumsy you know. Haha. Peace. Text me after your class. – Anthony”

I smiled and blushed. I texted him right after my class. We talk and chat until I got home, until late at night. We talked about the common things and stories we have. He’ll text me when he’s not busy in his Academics and work, or sometimes even if he’s busy he’ll text me just to remind me “Not to forget to eat”. It was middle of August when we met and started to talk. We’re not dating, we’re just friends. But I felt something unusual. One day, I woke up and found myself started to love him.

The semester break came, he ask me if he could drop by to my house to visit me and my family. When he was already there, my mom invited him to eat dinner with us. And of course, he couldn’t say no to my mom. He was there, with me and my family. My family liked him so much. While there in the dining table, I was shocked when he asked permission to my dad, if I could go with him in Palawan with his friends for one week during the semester break. For the first time, my Dad allowed me, lucky him.

When we’re already in the Domestic Airport, I asked him, where his friends are and he said that they’ll just go there. We’re already in the plane; I fell asleep in his shoulder. He woke me up when we’re already in Palawan, and he smiled at me. What a nice smile to see when I woke up! As we go down the plane, he held my hand and told “you might be lost; I’ll be crazy looking for you if that will happen.”

He held my hand until we’re there in the resort; we took pictures while we’re on our way. He helped me brought my things to the room and before he go to his room, he kissed me in the cheek and smiled. And then he left. I closed the door and sat in the bed. I smiled and blushed. He always does that, giving me butterflies in the stomach. While fixing my things in the baggage, I heard someone knocked in my door. I opened the door but nobody’s there except a box with a dress inside and a note.

Saying, “please go near the seashore later, wearing the dress inside the box, I’ll wait for you there.”

As I went there, wearing the dress he gave me, as I walk near him. I heard my favorite piano piece Canon in D. I saw him standing there near the sea, waiting for me. He looked at me and smiled. We sat in the white sand of the beach. Silence again. And then he said something… “Marge, I love you.”

What I answered? “HA?” that’s what you call auditory problem. And he repeats it again, “I love you, I love you so much.”

I almost cry on what he said, I hugged him tight. “I love you too, I love you so much.” I said. He hugged me back. He looked me in the eyes and said it again, “I love you and I’ll do anything just to deserve you.” And the surprise? My favorite fireworks with Kiss in the Rain by Yiruma as background music.

Everything seems so fine and endless, being with him alone. Just like heaven. His friends weren’t there, he just told that so that I would go with him and even my parents know that. Means, I didn’t know anything. Like the normal relationships, we fight and disappointments. We had a great relationship. But one day, we both decided to separate ways not because we fell out of love but because it’s for our own good. We don’t have much time to each other due to busy schedules. We don’t know, we might meet again and it might be really our time.

Six months had passed. We never talked since then, in the least communication. But I still love him. Still waiting for the day what we’ll meet again.

I’m in my room, lying in the bed and wondering, almost sleepy. But I noticed something in my table. It’s an invitation from Ateneo Art Gallery. So, I went there, there are petals of orange rose in the floor and nobody’s there. I looked around. Then, somebody embraced me from behind. The embrace is so familiar; it’s the same embrace Anthony usually gave me. It’s him and I was never wrong. He kneeled down and says his apology. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I kissed him and say its okay. That I still love him and I will always love him.