Diary of a Broken Heart

A Love Letter

And that was the last time I saw her. Getting in a cab and not looking back. Actually, no. It wasn't the last time I saw her. It was in the burger place, a month after that incident- that was the last time I saw her and sometimes, I wish it never happened. I was a jerk. I was worthless. I'm such an asshole. I'm the worst person in the world. It's all such a blur now, but every bit of pain is still here and I can still feel every single blow of it. If only I knew that would be the case, then I shouldn't have...

It felt like it was only yesterday when I first saw her. I never really bothered talking to or even looking at anyone at school. I only mingle with my friends and those who prefer to talk to me, but when I saw her and her smile, I knew, that moment, that I will do everything to know her. I don't know why but I see sadness in her smile. It made me cringe and want to protect her at the same time. She was my classmate in Physics. She stood up in the middle of the discussion and went for the door. Before she can go out, our professor asked her where she is going and she immediately answered to the bathroom. She was my classmate, that time. It was the first week of school. The class was shocked and so was I, she's one tough chick but when she smiled to our professor, it's like everything went back to normal and she got away with it. I immediately raised my hand after she left.

"May we go out?"

"Did you say 'we'?"

"Well, you've been discussing for almost one and a half-hour and truth be told, we're hungry like bears. If you don't mind, we'd like to grab some snacks?"

She hesitated for a while. She looked at me and I gave her a weak smile. She then, gave us a 15-minute break. I wasn't really hungry that time, but I wanted to see her or even get the chance to talk to her. Unfortunately, the moment I went out was when one of my friends saw me.

"Hey dude! You're in the wrong class. Our professor has been looking for you since first day of classes."

"How can I be in the wrong class when it's written here in my registration form that this is my class?" I was pointing at the room. I didn't want to transfer. Not now that I know her.

"Well, you see, it's a glitch in the system. Apparently, they encoded the wrong subjects for you. So you better go to class with me."

"Can we grab some snack first? I'm starving." 

And so we did. I was hoping he would leave me but he didn't. Until we get to the cafeteria, he was still with me. I didn't mind it at first until I saw her, buying some snacks. Sneeky girl, I told myself. I was looking at her when my friend butt in.

"Dude, if she was ice, she'd be melting by now."

"Shut up."

"Why not go and talk to her?"

"I was going to but..." I looked at him. Carefully eyeing him that he's blocking my way but instead of moving to the side, he just said "Maybe next time, D. We got class to catch." And I smiled at him. Playful douche, he's always been one. "Asshole." And he patted my back. "You'll get your turn." And we walked out of the cafeteria after that. We headed to my Physics professor and explained to her everything from the glitch in the system to my immediate transfer to my designated class. Everything went by like a breeze but I didn't see her again. She didn't go to class. That time, I didn't have even the slightest idea if I would see her again.

But I did. It was volleyball. Physical Education. She entered the room and everyone, as usual, was looking at her. She smiled. Somehow, this girl has a way of pulling people towards her. She's simply magnetic and compelling, all at the same time. Our professor took a while before he could recollect his thoughts. Then he said,