Monday.
Geez, the day I hate the most. Who wouldn’t anyway? That feeling after having ouramazing weekend getaway, then come Sunday night, then the morning after that. The beginning of the cycle of human existence that we need to endure comes again – The Return of Monday.
And for the nth time, we have to wake up early even though we’re too sluggish and sleepy (we don’t even want to open our eyes!) because we have to and hell, it’s the only choice we have. As for me, I have to go to school, some need to work and others got whatever on their plates. Again, we have to bear, not one, but four more days ‘til the most awaited weekend! Ugh.
Anyway.
But, as if the crow turned white, I had a sudden change of heart. Will you believe me if I say that something more amazing happened two weeks ago on a Monday morning?
I guess not.
But believe me that for the first time in my life, I started to love Monday and enjoy the pleasure of yet another four days. I always wish that weekend would end soon so it’ll be a Monday again or I hope that every day is Monday so the weekend would never come. Crazy, right?
I usually leave an hour before the start of my first class which is 10:30am. However, two weeks ago, I had to go to school earlier because we had a seminar. I almost cursed my professor for that. It’s never my cup of tea to get up around 7 in the morning. You have to drag me off my bed for you to wake me up.
My dad drove me to Katipunan LRT Station and we were a bit late of my schedule because of the usual traffic jam. It was already8:05 and I need to be at school by 8:30.
As soon as I got off from the car, I rushed towards the escalator, the turnstile and the stairs. When I reached the platform, the train was already there and most people are already inside. Not wanting to wait for the next train, I dashed to the door before it closes. I lost my balance and bumped into this guy.
“Are you okay?”, he asked me, worriedly. I could sense from his tone and the way he looked at me.
Stunned, “Uh, y-yes. T-thanks.”, I replied shyly, realizing I was holding his shoulder for support.
The next day, even with the usual trouble of waking up early, I tried my luck and believed my gut feeling that maybe he was also on his way to school yesterday. And if my instinct was right, I might get to see him every day of the week. That’ll be awesome. Besides, there’s nothing I could lose. And if I was wrong, then at least, I would be early for my first class. Either way, it’s still a win-win situation for me.
I arrived at the station five minutes early and stood at the next door. And, true enough, after five minutes of waiting, I saw him. He was there by 8:05 at exactly the same door.
I didn’t know if he saw me or even remembered me for the incident yesterday. But nonetheless, I’m still happy he’s here. From that week on, I made sure that I would be at the station before or by 8:05.
He never missed a day.
I never missed too.
Two weeks of stalking already passed, yet I couldn’t get the courage to approach him. Firstly, what will I tell him? Do I have to say my gratitude for catching me when I almost fell? But I already said my thank you, right? Or, do I have to bump him intentionally and pretend like it was an accident and say, “Sorry, what’s your name?” But I’m not that pathetic. Yet, I admit I’m desperate. I don’t know. Therefore, I just chose to enjoy those days of seeing him before going to school. It’s better than nothing. Besides, it’s all that I wanted in the first place – to see him.
