I didn't knew it would affect her so much. I didn't knew it would make her this way. I didn't know. Her friends came to me and said she cried all night. And she would cry some of the days when she remembered.
All I remembered I could do was, a little bit strange, but I, not literally, but like a machine automatically, just, well, smiled. The reason was because I was touched. It touched me deeply, really. With the transparent mask covering my nose and mouth, with two white tubes inserted into the top of the mask, I actually smiled. And it made them curious, made them wondered, although they know my love for her, but why in the world would I actually smile? Did you know I like suspense? I like thriller, as in not the music by Michael Jackson, but as in the movies category, thriller. I watched this movie called Black Hawk Down, some of you might watch it, if you guys are a military geek like me, but anyways, it actually made me feel as though I was in the movie. At the end of the movie, I actually knew what a main character said, as quoted, "If they ask me why I'm crazy to do this, they wouldn't know, that in here, the only thing that matters is the man next to you." I loved that movie. It also makes you feel as though you are in the movie, but in the authenticity, you're actually sitting there, watching the movie, sometimes fiction, sometimes non-fiction. It was like I was in it, thrilling the audiences, it honestly would make you feel, great. They looked at me with puzzled faces. The three of them. I did not bother, just smiling like a fool. It was as though I could imagine her actually sitting at home crying, all because of something I did to save her, well, in the nick of time. But hey, saving a life is better than doing nothing. Am I right?
Oh! Did I not mention her physical attraction? Oh man, its amazing. Yeah. But amazing as she is, nobody sees what I see in her, she might be mysterious, but what if she had a bad past? What if, oh man, now the "What if's", What if, as I know, her parents are out for work, she's all alone at home, and seriously, she's got nothing to do, I mean if it was me, you know, as in a third person view thing, but hey, I'm just saying, there might be a chance. Right? You know she's as secretive as ever. You try to hack through all you get is an error message, its how, I mean, metaphorically, she, you know, is. Its nice for someone to be like that, I have never met a girl though, as mysterious as her. It just makes my heart blow. I mean, blow as in the positive way, not the negative way in which, it means explode, no. And no, it does not mean, or made me feel that I have known her for years, it actually sounds pretty lame, or pathetic, as you would say. It ain't like all those classical romance movies where, or was it in the middle ages? Anyhow, where this kind of thing would be popular. Some fashion kind of lexicon. The world ain't that way you know, for those who believe this, classic or industrial romance. She also seems to be naive, I would say. Or maybe she knows, but you know, I don't wanna make judgement.
But again, I made a girl cry, for me. It sucks you know. I thought it was fun to disturb girls last time, when I was in high school. But now, I think yeah, what my father said was true, I have changed, wee. I was hoping that would happen. I don't want to be child-like for too long, in fact, I used to disturb my sisters like everyday, but then one day, I do not know when, it changed. It somehow changes your perception of the world we live in, the people in it, and people like us who would die with it. I used to disturb girls in y high school, but then in college, it all changed. Then I worked for a pretty long time, like two years? And I finally made my mind to, I mean, set my mind, to study. And get a degree. I don't disturb her much I guess. Well, I try not to. My theory of the caring approach. You approach someone, must be someone you love of course, I mean like, couples, not like family love. So you approach someone you love and be very nice to her or him, try and make them laugh, and so on. I don't know why, as I have observed, on a small scale, that guys tend to make girls a little furious, like annoyed-furious, but not at all angry. I've observed and found that out, in most groups of friends. I dare not do that again, if you were to ask me. And why, because I'm applying my personal theory of caring.
Still puzzled at my smile I looked at them, they said nothing and just lingered. Finally I got up by myself, trying to pull the tubes from my left arm off, the tubes on my right arm off, the mask with tubes, the beeping machine on my right rings an alarm. I sighed. The nurse would be here any moment. I thought. And the nurse did came. I ignored them all and walked through the ward. My friend asked me where I was heading, I replied him with a short and simple answer, "To see her." They tried to negotiate me to go back to my warm, and lousy bed, to wait for her to come. It would probably take years then. I told myself. I went out of the ward, still in my surgery clothes, to hail for a cab. The ran after me and again persuaded me to go back in, I told them, "I ain't gonna let the girl I love cry for something that I have done out of my free will. It's not her fault." And I got in the cab, and I directed him to her house.
Three months ago.
"Hey guys! Wanna go the night market?" I asked.
"Sure!" she answered.
"Okay." her friend answered.
"No problem." my friend answered. "Time?"
"Bout eight thirty?" I told him, looking at them.
And the thumbs up. Meaning we're on! Well, it was at eight pm when I arrived at her house, together with our gang, you know, when you're in university life there would be groups and all, the bitchy ones, the geeky ones, the lazy ones, the cool ones, the talkative ones, the know-it-all ones, et cetera. So she came down and we headed off to the night market. As we were walking, there were cars passing by us, as the nigh market was opposite the street. Suddenly, a driver swerved into our direction, I was standing in the middle, she was on my right, her other three friends on my left, and as the car swerved into our direction, I quickly grabbed her, and I did not know where the extra strength come from, but I grabbed her, she stunned, I actually threw her, well literally, threw her back onto the pavement where we came from and all I heard after that was a scream and I felt my legs numb. I passed out, looking at her frightened eyes as I did so. Freaky? Not at all.
The cab reached her house. I went in as the gate isn't locked. I went up to the floor she was staying. I heard cries and knocked on the door. My legs all bandaged up. I heard a sob and then she opened the door. She saw me and was about to close the door when I put my hand in. "
"Not going to invite me in?" I asked her.
She sobbed and shook her head left and right. Again I smiled. I invited myself in and gave her a hug. All she did was, cry.
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You see in this world we live in, its always nice to be nice to other people.
Love will come anyway, its just the matter of when.
Friendship can last long, if you know how to treasure it.
Relationship can last long, if you know how to respect it.
For love is always there,
For love is always forever,
If only we know how to treasure,
Your friends and loved ones.
- Author of Stories.
:)
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