Pen's Curse

III

We're walking along the street while enjoying the view again. We're in silence, the branches and leaves of the trees are the one who makes sound in our place. I was curious about what she said earlier at the introduce yourself thing, so I would like to know who's that someone but she preceded me.

"When was the last time you wrote a poem?" She asked

"The last time I wrote a poem is when we're in Senior High School" I answered

"Why did you stop though?" She asked

I never expect that she will ask that question. When it comes to poems I'm very sensitive. I've been in a lot of traumas because of those poems.

"Why did you ask?" I ask.

"I'm just curious, come on, I'm your friend, please let me know, please" she said with a pleasing face.

I can't believe that I will answer her question. I'm so sensitive to it but she's my friend so I guess it's fine. In fact I want to say this to her but I don't expect that this time.

"Because everytime I dedicate a poem to someone they always left me" I said in a serious tone of voice.

"That's why all of your past girlfriends left you because you dedicated a poem?" Stella asked.

"Yes," I answered sparingly.

"That poem is a curse," Stella said while laughing.

"Yeah, that's why I stop writing," I said.

"Hmmm... write me a poem" Stella said with a teasing face.

"You want a kick?" I asked with a joking face.

"Please?" Stella said, she's teasing me again.

"Your special someone can write you a poem" I said in a jealous tone.

I am bringing up this topic because I'm so curious and to avoid the topic about poems and traumas, I don't want to lose this woman even if I'm not his someone she's talking about.

"So I've got your attention on what I said earlier" Stella said with teasing face

"Yes, because I remember last time you tell me you don't have any crush or type in our campus Ms. Magsalin"

"I don't remember saying that," Stella denied.

"Yes you are, who's that someone by the way?" I asked, I'm ready to be hurt.

"So you're curious who's that someone?" She teased me. "Let me tell you a hint, he's handsome, intelligent and attractive" Stella said while blushing.

When he said handsome I knew that I'm not that someone. I'm not ugly nor handsome, just slight. I'm not that kind of intelligent either. I'm active at my academics but I'm not that smart. I'm not that attractive, I have a low self-esteem and I don't have any confidence to act cool like a attractive person.

"Okay, so who is it?" I asked. I know that I'm not that person but for me to be sure and to met that guy I want to know his name.

"Want to know? Write me a poem first then I will tell you" She said.

"Are you challenging me Ms. Magsalin?" I asked while laughing

"Yes, write me a poem and then you would know" Stella said in a serious tone.

"But every time I wrote to someone, that person leaves me" I said

"Come on Dave" She laughs. "We've been together as friends since we were in High School, did I leave you?" She asked with a sincere voice

I've realized what she said, she's right. We've been together for years as best friends and she never leaves me, but there are doubts that what if she leaves me after I give the poem, what if this guy's loves her back and requested to give distance to Stella, what if-

"I would never leave you Dave" Stella said while I'm in the middle of overthinking.

"Even you're someone loves you back?" I asked

"You're still my friend though, stop thinking that I will leave you Alright?" She said.

"Yes, I got it. Thank you" I replied

"So think about it, write me a poem to know that person" She said with a smile with her face

That smile, I will miss that smile of hers.

"I'll think about it" I answered

"Okay, wait, is that a street food?" She pointed to the small tricycle with a lot of street foods.

"Yes, I think," I answered.

"Yey! I want some, come on hurry up" She said while running towards the tricycle.

"Alright pick some food, my treat" I said

Stella faced me with a delightful face that you'll see when she's so hungry. We finished our day by buying food and walking. We enjoy this day, we keep laughing and laughing until our tears come out in our eyes. We keep eating and eating until we feel full. We keep walking until our legs get tired. This memory will be part of my heart, there is nothing greater than this feeling. When the day comes and she meets that someone, I will come back to these times.

After we eat, we go to our own house to rest and enjoy the weekend. For me I'm not enjoying weekends since I live alone. Maybe I'll make a song or watch some movies so that I can enjoy my free days even when I'm alone.