The Blurred Man

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THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE SHARED MY WORK PUBLICLY HERE IN WATTPAD. I DON'T REALLY SHARE WHAT I WRITE BECAUSE DEEP INSIDE I AM NOT THAT CONFIDENT. I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THIS SHORT STORY OF MINE. :D

This is the edited and improved version.  Special thanks are given to the people who helped me and pointed out my weakest parts. I could never say thank you enough.

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes; the dream still on my mind, and I was trying hard to remember every bit of it, every word said, every movement. But like all the other dreams I had, I always forgot the most important part, I forgot what was said that touched my heart completely. My mind drifted to the time I was having that dream for the first time...

I was in my senior year in High School, and I love the room we were in; it was painted like a kindergarten room. The four walls were painted in four different colors—baby blue, light green, pink, and white. We decorated the walls with the alphabet and stuff you would usually see at kindergarten rooms, except for the Meteor Garden posters at the front.

Every time I walked into our room, it seemed like I was transported to another period of time, specifically, it made me feel like I am a kid once again. However, that day was different because the night before, I had a dream, and it left me with so many questions. Questions I needed to be answered. My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of my seatmate, and right there and then, I knew that it would be an extraordinary day for me.

She told me about this letter she received, and she asked for my help. I agreed, and in that instant, I signed up to be her official love letter writer. I was not so sure about why I decided to do it because of two different reasons. First, I had no experience on writing love letters or even being in love. Second, I was brought up in a conservative family and accepting that task was quite out of the norms.

Their love story was unusual, and being an open-minded person that I am, I was up for it. I asked her why she asked me to do it, and her reply was that I had a way with words, and she could not do it by herself. I busied myself composing her letter, weaving words that I knew she felt. The letters came, and I was busy writing replies. Her thoughts, my words, her letter. I discovered that their love was extraordinary, given the norms, and that it was so pure and innocent.

I realized that I had the ability to open myself to all the possibilities this life would be giving me, and accepting them was part of it. I couldn't even believe myself at first, but I did. That was the night the dream first came to me...

I was in an unknown street, and it was heavy with traffic. I don't know the place, or why I was alone. All I knew was that this was where my feet led me to, to this place I thought I should be. I was not even sure if what I was doing was right, what I knew with my heart was that I had to be here, and my heart said that I should wait. I watched the traffic, stayed in place, waited. I was searching for something, but I was not even sure if that something was an it, or a who.

I did not have to wait long because my heart gave a different leap, and I found what I was searching for. He was standing right across the street; his presence beckoning me to come a little bit closer—to see. The traffic was heavy, but when I saw him, the street became deserted like we were the only people out there, and it felt so odd. An empty street with a stranger, but I did not even feel threatened by his presence, there was a kind of comfort that I drew from him, saying that I should not run but rather stay. I looked at him, but all I saw was his body, and the face was blurred.