Kwentong Kolehiyo

The Art of Waiting

There's this girl. She sums up the definition of love at one glance. I'm sure everyone's familiar with the classic setup where the boy sees the girl and instantaneously falls in love with her. Well, it may sound stupid but it could happen. Slowly, then all at once.

I had the greatest opportunity of sitting beside Rose (Not her real name). She's all a man could ask for, maybe even too much. She has these sparkling eyes, that smile that makes everything else melts. And when I look at her, jeez, the world stops.

It all happened to fast; we happened to sit side by side, she has her friends, I have mine. We were bound by two different environments. It was one ride worth riding. Unfortunately, Rose was going steady with some guy from her old school. And Rose was older than that guy by a year or so. Of course, it's sad to find out that the person you have the greatest feelings for is in love with someone else. Truly, the friend zone is very depressing. Until.

The guy cheated on Rose. That was a very sick move on that guy's part. After all, Rose was everything. As she moves on, I stay relentless. Hoping. Waiting. Hell, I'm not happy to see them break up. Although, to discover that the guy already found a new girl to replace Rose, I knew how Rose must have felt. As a good friend, it seemed proper to comfort her. But she was too proud. She seemed strong. Too strong. I knew, inside, she was a little flower who got past a storm who still needs care.

And where do I come in? The idiot. The hopeful. The expecting. Yes, Rose maybe going solo at the moment, but she has tons of other guys lining up to her by now, I'm sure. She's recovering, I hope. I may never know. Because I can't find the right words to tell her. And to finally tell her how I feel. That I may be the luckiest guy to enter this University with some girl who comprehends more than anyone else.

If I could be that guy to tell you that your smile is something worth seeing every day, to stare at you, watch you and ask you for your day, I may say that I've perfected the art of waiting.

Except, I'm scared to be that guy. Why? Because rejection. That's why. Nothing in this world is sure. Thus, I aim to perfect the art of waiting.

wilhelm II 
2014 
Faculty of Arts and Letters