How I Married My Bias

CHAPTER 16

That’s just what I felt, sitting under that umbrella with him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m wanted. I felt like I belong, like all the frustrations and heartbreaks I had felt were washed away.

I guess that’s just what love should feel like. It brings out the best in you, the best you could ever be.

I never thought he’d be the one, that I’d be the one for him out of the millions of people. It’s like winning the lottery when you didn’t even bet. It’s like receiving a mystery Christmas card in the middle of September.

The days after that night were even more surreal than I thought it would be. We see each other everyday at the bookstore, talking about everything - life, love, friendship. We even talked about global warming and his undying philosophy to save the polar bears.

Each day was as special as the one before. Each day was like opening a page of each other’s book. Each day was an inch closer to knowing each other better.

Each day was a step closer to falling – falling into place like long lost puzzle pieces.

And I knew him much more than before. It’s like knowing every shade of him, the way he likes winter days or the way he like double scoops of rainbow sherbet with vanilla syrup on it, the way we shared an earphone listening to his favorite songs, the way he laughs when we watch Pororo together, the way he ties his shoelaces, the way he brushes his fingers on his hair.

I grew closer to him each day. I grew fonder of him each minute. I got used to hearing his voice, hearing his unusually toned laughter.

I got used to his gaze, that sharp look from his eyes. I got used to the way he swing his hands when he walk.

I got used to the way he tapped on the steering wheel when he drives. I got used to the space beside him.

I got used to being with him that I can’t imagine one day when that space would be empty.

One night, Soohee called me. He said that the book draft I submitted was approved by the entertainment and the editors didn’t have anything to add. My book draft became the official approved content. I was so happy.

I took time to talk to God, tell Him how he worked on my life now. I told him about me, about the book and about Wonwoo. I told Him how much I’m thankful and how blessed I feel each day.

After a while, my phone vibrated. The lit up screen displayed a familiar picture.

“Is it only me or this book contains too much tragedy?” It was from Wonwoo.

“I prefer to call it predestined twists” I replied.

“Is his death really necessary to the storyline? Is there anything we could do to reverse this so-called ‘predestined twists’?” he texted back.

I laughed. He’s not the only one who reacted that way the first time reading that novel.

“I guess we could prolong his departure and gave them more of those numbered days,” I replied.

“Operation Prolong the Inevitable Predestined Twist is up. I’ll see you at 9?” He texted.

“Tomorrow,” I texted.

“Tomorrow,” he replied.