Love Waits

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Psyche Chrystal’s POV

My grandmother always tells us stories on how she and our grandfather met. She told us that if we watch the stars every night for 7 nights before our birthday, we can expect to see a falling star on the 8th night. Of course the 8th night is our birthday, and as a gift from heaven, we can wish anything we want and the heaven will grant it. She did exactly how the legend was told, then on her birthday she saw a falling star. My grandmother was already in her mid-twenties at that time, so she wished for the man of her dreams. She explicitly wished the heaven to meet her man at the 8th day after her birthday with a red rose saying, “I like you, and I want to court you.” She wanted to make sure that the man she'll meet would be the man that heaven gave her. That’s why she want those things as a sign. And to cut the long story short, she saw the man she was waiting for in the 8th day, and that is my grandfather. He was holding 8 roses in his right hand and was saying, “I have liked you since we were kids but I don’t want our friendship to be ruined. I know I was rude to you but that was only a façade I put up to hide my true feelings for you, so I kept it to myself. I know you don’t want a coward like me that took many years before I can express my feelings but Athena Estrella, I can’t suppress these feelings anymore. I like you very much. So can I… uh… can I court you?”

Of course my grandmother was very shocked because her childhood frienemy turns out to be the man she’s been waiting for---- the man of her dreams, the love of her life. And finally after years of courting, my grandmother said yes to his relationship proposal and of course where do all this things end? In the altar, and they live happily ever after.
Actually this particular love story of my grandparents was so old that she tells us this every time we come to this house. I have memorized the plot, and the dialogues along with her gestures. Urgghhh…. can’t believe I’m thinking about this again. I can also hear her saying “Oh boy! You can never tell whom you would be ending up. And in my case, I ended up with the most unexpected person. So children, always remember, just go with the flow of life and whatever happens, always expect the unexpected things because those are the ones that will make you truly happy.”

So back to the present, I am walking through the corridors of our office, reminiscing the story of our grandmother. As always I am late, so why run when you can just enjoy the privilege of being late? Walk slowly while thinking of a reason to explain why you’re late, but instead of thinking a reason, my mind wondered off to something crazy. Actually, the reason why my thoughts shifted into these crazy ideas is because I saw a couple embracing each other while walking with intertwined fingers. Can you believe that?! Don’t they know the word PDA?! I am not bitter or something, I just don’t believe in true love because it'll just bring you pain! You will do crazy things because of love but the thing is, that love will never bring back good things, it will only hurt you. When loving, pain is inevitable because a person will never be satisfied of you, he/she will always crave for something new, and when he/she found another one they will just leave you like a piece of trash. Maybe true love exists for some people, but not in my case. I have already accepted that I will grow old with no husband so I plan on just working and supporting my parents in everything they want. I am not into emo mode or something its’ just that, I have liked many boys but they never liked me back. It was always been one-sided, so I got tired of believing, because the more I believe, the more pain I receive.

“Tooooooth! ID accepted. You may now enter.” Huh… I was early this time huh? My work starts at 8am but today I am unusually early because I am only 15 minutes late. Another record huh? Anyways I haven’t introduced myself yet, I am Psyche Chrystal Villegas. I am 26 years old and I live at my parents house with my younger sister and my mother. My father died when I was 2 years old so I don’t remember much about him. Anyways another boring day is waiting ahead, might as well start it early so that it can finish early.
“Tal! Did you see our new officemate? Oh my gosh he is so handsome!!! Oh! And has a gorgeous body as well. Whatd’ya think?”, my officemate/best friend Alyssa said.
Here we go again with her fantasies about gorgeous men! "Can’t you stop Aly? We’re here in the office to work not to flirt! So please…” I don’t know why I am acting this way, maybe I'm jealous with her because she can get any man she wants. Aly is so pretty and talented. She’s smart, pretty, dancer, musician, singer and also good at sports. Me? Always late, not smart, Not pretty, cannot dance, cannot sing, cannot play instrument not even one, I can play volleyball but not that good, in short I don’t have any talents so I always felt insecure around her. But nevertheless  I don’t let those insecurities get the best of me, so in everything I do, I make sure that I give my best in it. Because I think that “Hardwork is another name of miracle.” I got that from the kdrama, To the beautiful you.