Written by Ysh Ramos
I was waiting impatiently as I stare at my Macbook’s time. It was almost midnight and I couldn’t seem to feel at ease. I was anxiously awaiting for your text which I think wouldn’t come anyway. However, the thought of it gives me shiver up my spine. NO. I am not in love with you. NO.
But I wish, you’d think of me as much as I think of you.
Oh boy, I miss the way you smell. (You smell like spice amixed with the white musk scent I crave for.) The way you hold my hand tight. The way you smile devilishly—making me want to kiss you once more. Oh I remember those moments. I wish I could relive those few seconds of mixed emotions and sudden rush of adrenaline, and do it again and again for all eternity.
My heart beat stopped as my phone blinked. Oh please, oh please let it be thy angel I am waiting for.
…It was a group message from an acquaintance of mine. I almost threw the phone out the window. I sobbed childishly and threw my pillow instead.
I came to ponder, if you also feel the same way as I do. You know? Like, waiting for you impatiently to at least say “hi”. On the contrary, thinking optimstically makes me hope more. For crying out loud! I wouldn’t want ending up getting hurt. I really do not want to cloud up my judgment and easily conclude that you are as into me as I am into you. I really do not want to expect anything—especially from you. I am not in highschool anymore.
Maybe, you are just not that into me. And I… being a girl who does what’s meant to be—awaits. Thinking about it, if I text you first, what would you think of me? Desperate? Thinking of this, I do sound desperate.
I turned to look at the clock again, 23 minutes past midnight. Still no text. I wanted to cry but how silly of me to cry for such lame ass matter. I was already holding my phone up and had begun typing in your name and that short hackneyed “what’s up?”. I closed my eyes and readied myself to press send.
An envelope appeared on the upper right corner of the phone. I was sure it had to be one of my friends. It had stopped me from texting you. I really didn’t want to look at my phone anymore. I buried it under my school bag. Closed my eyes and slept.
——
I woke up almost ten hours later, feeling utterly disapointed, I stubbornly got up of bed, took a shower, dressed and stormed to school. I wasn’t myself the whole day. I was simply in a zombie like daze which I could never snap out of. I wanted to go home as soon as possible. I walked hastily in the caf, filled with bustling students eating lunch, not wanting to see anybody.
But then I saw you… I wasn’t dreaming, was I? But no. This was real. And you, with your usual friends, boisterously laughing while you eat your lunch.
I simply shrugged the thought of saying hi to you. I was sure you didn’t want to see me. I just walked hastily pass you and tried to forget that eidetic image of you—your slightly messed up hair, your deep deep eyes, your devilish smile. I sighed.
When I got home, I realized I forgot my phone. 9 messages recieved. You see, 8 out of 9 messages didn’t matter at all. But, one simply made my heart stop beating.
You see, the message I didn’t get to read last night was from no other than you.
It simply read: “Hey, Ysh! What’s up? Wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?”.
:(
LESSON LEARNED: Uhhh. Haven't think of one yet. But I will. For the mean time, comments please. Lol.
I was waiting impatiently as I stare at my Macbook’s time. It was almost midnight and I couldn’t seem to feel at ease. I was anxiously awaiting for your text which I think wouldn’t come anyway. However, the thought of it gives me shiver up my spine. NO. I am not in love with you. NO.
But I wish, you’d think of me as much as I think of you.
Oh boy, I miss the way you smell. (You smell like spice amixed with the white musk scent I crave for.) The way you hold my hand tight. The way you smile devilishly—making me want to kiss you once more. Oh I remember those moments. I wish I could relive those few seconds of mixed emotions and sudden rush of adrenaline, and do it again and again for all eternity.
My heart beat stopped as my phone blinked. Oh please, oh please let it be thy angel I am waiting for.
…It was a group message from an acquaintance of mine. I almost threw the phone out the window. I sobbed childishly and threw my pillow instead.
I came to ponder, if you also feel the same way as I do. You know? Like, waiting for you impatiently to at least say “hi”. On the contrary, thinking optimstically makes me hope more. For crying out loud! I wouldn’t want ending up getting hurt. I really do not want to cloud up my judgment and easily conclude that you are as into me as I am into you. I really do not want to expect anything—especially from you. I am not in highschool anymore.
Maybe, you are just not that into me. And I… being a girl who does what’s meant to be—awaits. Thinking about it, if I text you first, what would you think of me? Desperate? Thinking of this, I do sound desperate.
I turned to look at the clock again, 23 minutes past midnight. Still no text. I wanted to cry but how silly of me to cry for such lame ass matter. I was already holding my phone up and had begun typing in your name and that short hackneyed “what’s up?”. I closed my eyes and readied myself to press send.
An envelope appeared on the upper right corner of the phone. I was sure it had to be one of my friends. It had stopped me from texting you. I really didn’t want to look at my phone anymore. I buried it under my school bag. Closed my eyes and slept.
——
I woke up almost ten hours later, feeling utterly disapointed, I stubbornly got up of bed, took a shower, dressed and stormed to school. I wasn’t myself the whole day. I was simply in a zombie like daze which I could never snap out of. I wanted to go home as soon as possible. I walked hastily in the caf, filled with bustling students eating lunch, not wanting to see anybody.
But then I saw you… I wasn’t dreaming, was I? But no. This was real. And you, with your usual friends, boisterously laughing while you eat your lunch.
I simply shrugged the thought of saying hi to you. I was sure you didn’t want to see me. I just walked hastily pass you and tried to forget that eidetic image of you—your slightly messed up hair, your deep deep eyes, your devilish smile. I sighed.
When I got home, I realized I forgot my phone. 9 messages recieved. You see, 8 out of 9 messages didn’t matter at all. But, one simply made my heart stop beating.
You see, the message I didn’t get to read last night was from no other than you.
It simply read: “Hey, Ysh! What’s up? Wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?”.
:(
LESSON LEARNED: Uhhh. Haven't think of one yet. But I will. For the mean time, comments please. Lol.
Comments
Major lesson: Always read and check the text messages sent to you, regardless of who the sender is. You'll never know, maybe it's an emergency.
:)
wla kong maisip na lesson :)
Haha. TRUE!
@CK.
Sad nga. Ewan ko. Magisip ka. Haha.
@Mich.
:(
@Elaine.
Onga eh. Galing, grabe. IMAO! :D
ay. prang gnaya ko lang ung kay krista. bwahaha!
True true. It's so sad. :( That's why you should always check your messages :)