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THE SMILE THAT NEARLY KILLED ME

One rainy afternoon, I was inside my favorite coffee shop, sitting at my favorite spot, holding my newly bought book, sipping my oh-so-yummy coffee; Perfect day. The thing about my favorite table in that coffee shop is that I can look outside, in the swarm of people passing by through the glass wall. I put my book down, held my pen and started scribbling but something seems to be missing. I looked out again, in the sea of faces, I can see different kinds of things just with their expression. And each time I scrutinize the mood of the flock, there isn’t a time that I did not see love. Well, it’s kind of a cliché to talk about love but it always give us a stir so we’re cool.;) Anyway, when I talk to my friends about how they wanna meet their “love bugs” they would always say ‘in a romantic way’. How’s that? I think, it’s not about HOW you meet that person, I prefer it to be WHEN are you going to meet your one true love. Timing is everything and if the time is right everything follows. But or course, I respect the notion of my friends when it comes to love, since we all have different perspectives on looking at it. Back to my coffee and stuff, I thought how love can be so mysterious, and it gave me an idea of what to write about and what to squiggle…the stanzas ran smoothly and my bookmark art came out cute… That’s how love influences a person. Nonetheless, as I finished my masterpiece I went out and joined the throng, walked under the drizzle, smiling at strangers, and thought of when will I be seeing my love bug. Suddenly, my imagination took me to paradise. Sitting on a big rock, fresh air filled my lungs, the cool breeze kissing my face and the sound of cascading waters consoled every bit of me. Then, when I got back to my senses, the drizzle has stopped and people seem not to notice me; a crazy lady standing in the midst of the crowd facing the sky, smiling to her self. One busy day in the metro, I take pleasure in walking, seeing faces, and loitering around this place. The ambiguity of finding my love bug lingers, I chuckled. I sat down at one of the cute benches; I felt someone is staring at me. He’s wearing black which suits him, and that cute DC shoes fits him, I didn’t realize I was staring back at him, I felt a sudden tachycardia, held my breath and looked back again, he’s still there and in that glance, he smiled at me. Then bright lights sparkled around him, and in a long time, I wished time does not exist…T’was January of 2011…J

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