Chapter 3
Another day, a fresh morning, another time to get hurt. Early in the morning and I'm already feeling a sting on my heart. I wasn't in the mood for school at all. School. Jack. All these sent shivers. Why am I so emo now? Of course, I already know the answer. It was all about him. Why did he always have to hurt me. Why did he even hurt me. Why did he let me fall in his arms. He promised me we will be together forever. Where is forever? We haven't talked for a long time. I need him. Does he need me? I long for his warm touch, his welcoming smile and sweet voice. I want to hold his hand, laugh with him and show my affection. I choose to comfort him when he's down and celebrate when he's up. I just want to be with him, to love him. Is that too much to ask? All I want is for him to show a little care. We had a past. Did he just throw those away? The great memories we had. Aren't they important to him? I know they are to me. Those memories are my priced possessions. They are a part of who I am. I couldn't imagine myself without him. What my life would be if he didn't exist. Maybe I wouldn't be hurt right now. Maybe my heart wouldn't be torn into pieces. Maybe I wouldn't cry every night, every morning, every time I think of him. Maybe. Is it really the time to move on? I guess you think I'm obsessed or just another drama queen; but it's hard to get-over someone you consider part of you. It's hard to let go of something you hold dearly. Jack is a part of me, he has and forever will have a special place in my heart.
Another daily routine, I sighed as I entered the classroom. I searched for him, this isn't right. Jack wasn't present. I looked down and sat with a frown on my face. My friends noticed and started to cheer up. "It's alright, he'll be here tomorrow", they said in a comforting tone. It's great my friends are understanding. Other people may say that I'm acting like a spoiled brat. I mean first of all, we aren't together. This is all about me. Again with the sad questions in my head. No more. Maybe Jack's absence is a wake up call to me. My first step to moving on. He would be out of sight for now. A time for my heart to rest. He would be back tomorrow, maybe; but I could take a day-off from this madness. Together with my friends, I raced up the stairs with a smile. I then, bumped into someone. He was wearing a black and red jacket with shoes to match. It was Adam Parker, a sophomore. We went right at the same time, then he gave way and let me pass. My heart sped, he was so handsome. I passed by him and caught his sweet scent. My friends hit me, I was staring at him as he descended the stairs. I was mesmerized. Here i go again. They kid me around. Ok, so I sorta liked him. I always noticed him before, he was cute and attractive. Girls couldn't help but turn their heads around whenever he passed by. I was one of them. Finally, I can take my mind off Jack. A new start for me, a new guy to fall for. After all, this was just a crush. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like a sophomore for a boyfriend; but he was my new inspiration. It was better him than Jack. He didn't know me, we didn't have a past and it's just an infatuation. This was becoming the best day ever.
Jack, Jack, Jack. He's always on my mind. Why can't i just face the fact that he has forgotten me? forgotten our love? I must really move on; but I can't. It just doesn't work as easy as others think. My heart won't stop beating for him and my mind won't stop thinking about him. His charming, cute look and his sweet heart. His smile makes my world halt to a full stop and his laugh, that beautiful hymn, it just makes me grin. Whenever I see him, I feel like in heaven. Once we talk, its like were the only two people there. I just flush whenever he's in front. I can't help but stare at him. I don't know if I'm insane or just plain obsessed. He was and is a part of my life. I just can't let him go; but I have to. Right? No person can bear to sacrifice so much and yet accept so little. Except me. There is still this gut feeling that maybe just maybe, Jack would come back. That we would be together again. After all, every man needs their space right? Maybe after a month or so, he would realize that we were meant to be. That our relationship can still last. I'm hoping for the better. But what if his mind didn't work that way? What if he really did just throw what we had all the way to garbage. I guess it just depends on fate. It just depends on destiny, our destiny.
