Guitar Strings

Chapter One: Down the Memory Lane

I was sitting by myself at the bus stop, waiting for my '371' bus to arrive. It was a windy day, and it was only a remaining of twenty-five days before my nineteenth birthday shall arrive. To say I was excited, would be an overstatement, and to say I wasn't excited, would be an understatement. Ever since I was fifteen, every single birthday seemed so incomplete to me. The promises that he promised me, that sunked deeply into my heart, were never fulfilled. My palms soon became sweaty, as I recalled the day, nine years ago, when I was only an innocent ten year old, sitting obediently in class, but to call myself obedient would be an overstatement. To say that my eyes had always laid upon the worksheet in front of me as a ten year old in class, would be a lie, because my eyes had always laid upon the boy who sat in the far upper corner in class. 

My first love was a boy named Mark. His birthday was on the 6th of October, he had cute blonde curls that formed a silhouette around his cute face that soon became a golden brown as he grew up, one of his most favourite guitarists was Tommy Emmanuel, he played guitar, he wasn't the most brilliant at art, he loved Bob Marley, he had a cute laugh and he was a Libra, which although I find lovely, I was rather disappointed, when I found out. 

I was born on the 9th of January, and that made me a Capricorn, and according to many love compatibility horoscope sites, they would always say, Libra's and Capricorn's are impossible to be together, which always deeply saddened me. Although, as I grew up, I decided to not rely on horoscopes to alter my fate, and that him and I would be together one day.

Dating and love at the age of ten, would sound like a complete joke, and the love between two 10 year olds, aren't likely to last forever, but the day, when he told me he loved me, and that very moment, when he looked at me, with those cute eyes of his, would be stuck and treasured inside my mind and heart forever. To say that him and I dated, would be an overstatement, but to say, him and I weren't together, would be an understatement, but as I look back from now to then, I was a complete idiot. I remember that I wrote a love letter for Mark when I was nine once, after I heard he liked me back, and the year after, whenever he questioned me about it, I would always deny it, but deep inside, I knew how much I wanted to give him that love letter, how much I wanted to be as pretty as possible for him, and on the day I gave him the love letter, I licked my lips ridicilously and continuously, because everytime I licked them, they would turn red, and I thought it looked attractive like red lipstick, but now that I think about it, I must have looked terrible. 

I was a shy girl, and everytime he asked me, "Do you like me?", I would always shook my head and made a face of disgust, and said, " No way", which was rather immature, and I soon regretted that. He asked me out on a date, and although I said 'Yes', on the actual day, I stood him up and left him there, waiting by himself, and the reason was because, I was just too shy, awkward and a coward. When I found out, he no longer liked me, but another girl, I was truly upset and the girl told me, "I've always had a crush on Mark ever since I was only seven, and now that we're finally together, I think you should back off". Now that I think about it, it was rather funny but I obviously knew, what she meant in the tone of her voice and her actions, but as we grew up and moved onto highschool, we became and stayed as good friends. 

The following years after, I moved on from Mark, although the thought of him had always lingered on in my mind, I met several other people and fell in love with them too, but my relationships never seemed to work out, as I had commitment issues. In the five years after I was 10, I only met Mark again, two or three times, and when I became fifteen, my mother decided that I would move schools, and that she had prepared for me to move to Mark's high-school, which immediately brought a smile to my face, and I just couldn't resist the excitement inside me, and I ran to my laptop, and immediately wrote a message to him on Facebook, saying, "Mark, I'm moving to your school next year", and after that, was a series of messages and texts, a date, a kiss, a hug, a relationship, a heartbreak and memories that will forever be imprinted into my mind and heart. 

I still remember the promises that Mark had made for me and although, now, we aren't together and even if for the remaining rest of my life, I would never be with him, I believe that I will meet him again in heaven, where I can be with him again.

Facebook Online Conversation:

14/2/07

Mark:  I know, we haven't met in ages. Will you come to my birthday party? i'm turning 14. 

Alice: Oh my god, I'll be in Brazil for a holiday, I'm so sorry, i wish I could have come. I'll promise that we'll meet again, we'll meet again in heaven. The next time I'll see you will be in heaven. 

Mark: No, we will definitely meet each other soon than that! You've said that so many times. haha.

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My name is Alice, and this is my love story. 

Chapter Two: Fifteenth Birthday