Diary of a Broken Heart

The Beginning

Since that incident, I make it a point to drop by the canteen every afternoon. To check if I would find him there. Sadly, he wasn't. I never saw him again after that day. It's been three days now. And yes, I've been counting. Could you blame me? I was captivated by someone who is a complete stranger to me. I don't even know his name. Heck. I don't even know him. Yet, I crave for the time I would see him again. See his face. See those glint in his eyes. See those bright eyes. And most of all, his smile. His pure genuine smile. I can't help thinking of it. Of how beautiful it is. And don't get me wrong. I've seen almost all people I stumble upon smile to me. But this guy. This man. He didn't. And I don't remember him because of the fact that he didn't looked at me. No. It was beyond that. See, I never really truly looked at someone before. I may smile at them but I don't really remember them after that. In fact, I don't really care if they smile back at all. I just know that they would. Because I have the most mysterious smile of all. Mysterious because it is elusive. It is vague. And most of all, it is surreal.

Yet, this guy. This man. He caught my eye without even looking at me. He caught my eye without even saying a word. And matter-of-factly, he caught my eye and he didn't even notice. 

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And then it all began...

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Physical Education was never my favorite subject until I was able to take up Volleyball. I have been absent for a week or two now. I know. I know. I'm such a bratt. But what can I say, I have my reasons. I always get away with everything.

When I entered the gym, all eyes were on me. I just smiled.

And the professor asked "Are you in my subject?"

"Yes, Sir." And I smiled again. This time, I eyed the professor to meet his gaze. He can't help it. He smiled back. That enthusiastic smile most people give to me. If not all.

"Is this your first time attending the class?"

"Second." And I smiled again. The class started laughing. Until the professor joined in. It took them a whole minute to adjust to the professor's oddly jovial stance.

"Then I suppose you have a good reason why, young lady?" He said in between laughters

"Of course! I hate starting with the basics. It's dilly-dallying upside-down for me."

"I see!" And he nodded in agreement.

"Well..." I surveyed the gym... "Aren't we going to play?"

And the professor stood up and let us off. That was when I felt someone looking at me. It was an eerie feeling but familiar. I scanned the gym. The people. My classmates. I see no one until...

"Look out!" The hell!? Now I'm dizzy. Who the devil did that!?

"I guess you should've started with the basics Miss!" Our professor called out. He was laughing. Mockingly. And so are the whole class. And if there's one thing you wouldn't want to do to me, that is to laugh at me. Trust me. You won't like me when I'm in that certain state of mind.

I looked up...

And cursed to myself.

F-CK!

Why!?

Why the heck!? 

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And there he was.

After three days of waiting, he's right in front of me.