Unheeded Veracity of Sentiments

070 | Narration

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ENYA.

Fortunately, life's been getting better for us.

I acquired a job and so did Meagan. She works at a local bake shop while I volunteer in the orphanage, helping the workers with orphans. We were able to rent a cheap apartment that has only one room, but has enough space for us. We're using all the savings we kept to pay for everything. I believe we're still lucky.

And today. . . I met Caziel.

I finally met him.

My throat went dry. I didn't know what to say-or even how to speak. I froze at my position, absorbing the fact that he's here. I had contemplations inside my head. That this might just be an illusion. The same way I hallucinate of my parents' faces whenever I woke up in the middle of the night.

But it was not. The person I'm seeing right now-walking towards me, is Caziel.

"Ate Yesenia, sino po siya?" Abi, an 8-year-old girl who has been close to me since I stared volunteering here, asked as she gestured her little hands.

I couldn't move.

Caziel approached closer and talked to Abi. Never have I imagined him, a cold and stoic being ever lower his frame and talk to a little girl with such fondness in his eyes. But then I remembered, he has a sister.

He sat on the picnic blanket and Abi passed him a crayon. Caz looked confused, but immediately started to get the hang of it.

This scenario is something I could only see in my dream.

After a while, when it was already lunch, Caz and I had a chance to talk. Just the two of us.

I was surprised seeing him articulate his words in sign language. He stated that he learned it so he can communicate properly with me. With utmost politeness, which I could confirm, was the exact opposite of the Caziel I met online six months ago, he asked me to go somewhere.

It was as if I had forgetten everything left behind. That it was just me and Caziel. Him and I. Right at that moment.

Perhaps, that was really the case. When you're overly smitten, you forget most of the things you believe to. Things that you ought to be practical on. Perspectives you used to be devoted to. The moment you start to attach yourself to something, you begin to just run towards that; embracing that feeling that makes you feel real and alive.

Caz rented two bikes. Surprising, really. He had a car. But I didn't question it. I don't want to assume, but I'm not fond of riding cars or any sort of vehicles.

We bought ice creams. Went to an amusement park to try different rides, enjoyed a brief time in the photobooth, and ate different sweets. Most were an act that evoked our adrenaline but it was worth it.

As it got late, we watched the sunset as we waited for the fireworks.

I have never experienced anything like this. It was always just me, my books, or my favorite TV shows. I would play music to perceive its vibrations but it was nothing like this.

This day. . . it's everything.

I will always remember the look on his face. His cold stare, but sweet, boyish smile. His little habits of touching his hair. The way he smells manly but delicate at the same time.

This is the first time I'm with him personally, but the feeling of comfort I had was incomparable. It's mystical. It baffles me, but I will never not adore this emotion.

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