Lullabies of the Tranquil Sky

32

Crushing on You

Year 1920, underneath a sky with heraldic color and bloated clouds, you were sitting placidly in a well-carved wood of our town plaza. You're wearing your formal embroidered long-sleeved "barong tagalog" while brushing your antique guitar that created a pleasant melodies in this cheerless place. I was hiding in the large trunk of mahogany tree—wearing my usual muddy and obsolete "baro't saya''. I was smiling widely and feeling cloud nine while staring at you despite the fact that people are looking at me with grimace. They're rolling their eyes because for them I'm just a useless stone and having a crush on a diamond like you is such an act of disgrace.

Year 2020, inside an elegant mansion with an expensive paraphernalias and extravagant furnitures where a sparkling chandelier is hanging near the glass stair, you're sitting in your favorite chair—wearing an well-ironed suit while typing something in your computer.
On the other hand, I was wearing my maid uniform and standing in a corner, while holding a vacuum cleaner, yet my eyes were mesmerizely fixed on your spot and I felt better at the same time bitter. Better for you're my relaxation in this tiring life, and bitter because of the painful truth that I couldn't escape no matter how many times I'd born.

I think the goddess of destiny and our beloved Cupid hate me, for I was born twice in different status, persona and name, yet suffering because of a same scenario—I'm crushing on you, but you are deeply smitten on someone else.