How will you fall for someone whom you had only seen thrice? And nothing really happened in those three meetings--no exchanging I love you's, no kissing and/or hugging, no introducing ourselves to each other. Just him, looking at me, and me, looking at him. But still, those fancy moments led me to this kind of feeling, which I have been keeping for more than a year now.
Yes, more than a year. Same span of time since the last time I saw him. And I have no clue if our paths will ever cross again. I found out that he's currently out of the country. I don't even know where. In US maybe, where snowstorm happens or in Saudi Arabia, where sandstorm strikes. But wherever he is, I just pray that he's safe. All the time.
There are instances when I just find myself thinking of him while listening to a song in my playlist. And it happens everyday. May it be a love song, which reminds me of the time when our eyes first met or a sad one, which makes me realize that the person I'm loving doesn't even know me. Maybe he does know I exist, but he would have already forgotten me. Too bad that I was the only one who got hit by Cupid's arrow when he was just playing then. For him it's unintentional, but whose fault was it if I took it seriously?
I admit that I'm still holding on to the time when we're going to see each other again. I really look forward to seeing his face for the fourth, and hopefully, not the last time. I'm no longer hoping for a love story. Another chance to lay eyes on him is already enough. Even if it's only about me, looking at him, and him, wondering why I'm doing so.
I know that there will always be someone out there for me, that I'm not going through this alone. But this man will always be my personal epitome of a first love. Although it's not meant to be.
You're still my favorite wish.
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