Wish
What if all you wanted was granted in an instant? No tricks, no price, only the thing that you wanted in the palm your hands. Or within the reach of you, for the stuff that couldn’t possibly be held. Neat, right? As a child we are bombarded with stories about beings or things who, if you had the chance to meet or obtain one in your lifetime, made those requests become a reality. Odds are, you are one of the millions of people searching. Just like me in the past...
I was a hopeless romantic type of guy. If love can be genetically mapped, then every single fibre of my DNA could be attributed to love, infatuation, and any other emotion that revolves around it. But still, I couldn’t go beyond talking normally to any girl that was the object of my affections.
But even so, I would try my best to get the girl in my own way. No matter how corny or stupid I may look like, I never fail to give and/or show my affections. Maybe a little too aggressively but... I couldn’t change what I am inside. Sometimes my reckless attitude towards love ends me in precarious instances. Most of which are as follows: Being dumped, taken for granted, or having the girl get a restraining order from the court to bar me away from her.
Ah! Such is life... An endless search for the one who would take me as her possession, the love of my life...
I pushed on in hopes that there is one who would return the feelings I would give. Every single night I pray, promising to give everything and anything just to have a love like that... But every evening was just too silent. No matter, there was nothing like a glass or two of my favourite alcoholic beverage wouldn’t fix the depression.
As my life went on, I met a lot of girls that took my heart and whisked it away to eternal bliss and ever painful sorrow. Yet none of them had the effect she had on me.
She was a colleague from work. I never noticed her at first glance but when I did my heart trembled. It was like a spell was put over my soul and bound it to the ground worshipping her. Nevertheless, I was invisible in her eyes. That time, I was still sticking to my guns. Aggressively stalking her, finding right moments to talk to her, and presenting her with gifts and other forms of tokens. All the while forgetting the fact that I was never that pleasing to the eye, and I couldn’t even make a good conversation with her.
It was inevitable that she would refuse my advances. The point came when my friend made me realize that I needed to change, not only for her, but for my sake as well. He began coaching me building me from the ground up. A total overhaul, if you must.
I changed my goofy appearance, look more promising, and try to catch her attention. Practicing every single day in front of a mirror with her picture on it, I talked to it and formulated conversations to help me curb my shyness. Yet, even after all the things I did, I was still transparent. I never stood out and to make it worse, every chance I had to talk and get close to her, my mind goes blank as I return to what I really am. Petrified...
My friend thought it was a good idea for him to become my wingman of sorts to alleviate some pressure and asses the damages. But the weeks passed and still I never made any progress. Though I pushed on with my so called “courting ritual”, I felt the needed a push. A higher power, if you can call it that, just for me to become opaque and be noticed. I never felt despair and desperation like that in my entire life.
While I wallow in regret, over thinking the littlest details that I think would contribute to the impending failure I came across something that would change my life. If only I had accepted it sooner, I should have just let it go and I would still have...
Anyway, while shopping around for stuff in a flea market and “unintentionally” accompanied her, I came across a man selling ancient stuff. By ancient, I mean the timeline between the first civilizations up to ten years ago. Basically, most of it was crap but something caught my attention. A small metal flask, about the size of my palm.
