My friend told me once that if I wanted to make my love life exciting, I should fall in love, break my heart, and fall again. Sure, she sounded nuts like Joker but it worked for her. For me, I guess it don't start with falling in love.
What happened...
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I tried to believe that best things happen in wrong places.
Everything between me and Jackson fell on that condition. When Jackson told me he likes me, I was hanging out in the toilet because a goddamn diarrhea made my digestive system run berserk. We had our first kiss in Seneca Zoo. It wouldn't be a wrong place if he didn't choose to do it in front of an African crocodile. Sure, if the reptile could laugh, he'd be laughing so hard at me. His first I love you was through text and it was still there on my phone. Call me later. I still got works to do. I love you. I knew it wasn't as sweet as every beginning of Taylor Swift's relationship but, at least, there were those three words. It stopped me from making the thirteenth call. Our first date was a mess. God! Even our first night together was disgusting. Someone would think it was a Scary Movie show.
But just like all thirsty for the best love story, I also wanted that the best things happen in the right places, best places. Though, I would still love him if ever he finds himself wanting to swim with the sharks. Even he never brought me flowers, or never held me at night. That's how Will Chase love, just like Coca-Cola, it's the real thing. And I wanted him to tell me that his love for me is like L'Oreal, because you're worth it. Well, I thought the Campbell's better, Mmm! Mmm! Good! Or it could be like Muller, lick the lid. . .
"Are you wearing Givenchy again?" His voice crash-landed me back to reality. If I might die today, his voice would certainly drown the trumpets of angels as I take my grand, red-carpet entrance on Heaven. If you try to combine the voices of Thranduil, Loki, Darth Vader, the Dark Lord, and Aslan-technically, it would be a noise-that would be the most powerful voice ever heard on Earth. Jackson didn't have that voice but when he talks to me, he sounds more than that. Maybe aside from the fact that he was gorgeously beautiful in the face and the body, his voice made me submit myself to him.
I tried to cover the small Givenchy written on the edge of my coat but I forgot that there was a bigger Givenchy written on my back. I just closed my eyes and hoped that we wouldn't talk about this for the whole night. I wouldn't have the power to defend people wearing Givenchy.
"How can you never listen to me, Will? You shouldn't have to wear clothes like that in this place." He said as he sat beside me.
What's wrong in this place? Jackson, it's the place we first met. I wanted to remind him but I was afraid that if I did, this night would turn into a mess. For almost a month that we didn't see each other, I'd be the wrong guy if that would make this night better. God! I only wanted to feel like Cinderella without thinking of anything. We could dance under the moon. Oh! Where's the moon? Never mind. I wanted him to tell me how he was in that one month. Did he miss me? Did I even make a show in his mind? I always did. I wanted to tell him everything that kept me busy when he was away. I wanted to tell him that I helped a cat climb down a tree. But that wasn't the best thing. I sold all my clothes from last year and donated the money to PETA. I was sure he'd be happy to hear it. He just loved animals.
