The Story of Us

Sorry

[Something I wrote long ago, this is something different but I decided to share this with you guys still. Wala talagang names mentioned so feel free to imagine]

It's funny how the things that you used to love, you end up hating most. 

You walked with such grace; it was hard not to notice the aura that radiated from you. A certain aura that attracted me and apparently the rest of the female population that knew who you were. It was in that moment I saw you gracing the court, ball in hand, that I knew you I wanted to be the girl who'd cheer you on every single game for the rest of your life. I wanted to be the girl who'd run to you after all your games wipe off you sweat and tell you how great you were. Cliche, but I did really want that.

You caught my eyes, and by some magical force I caught yours too.

And you winked. God damn it! I could have sworn the girls behind me dropped dead. But all I could manage was a shy grin, because I never thought  prayers could be answered instantly.

That wink was the start of everything. And every now and then, when I lay on my bed I'd wonder how many girls have asked for and received the same thing.

My friend who watched your game with me noticed that wink too. And she was the one who forced me to stay after the game and wait for you. I strongly opposed her suggestion, but what could I do if she dragged me all the way to the dug-out. 

What she made me do was against every fiber of my being. I was an old soul. I believed that the guy should pass through the hole of a needle just to get to the girl he wanted. I was too old to believe in fairytales, but I did. And my best friend believed otherwise.

"Look at you, how would you find the one if you're going to keep on believing in fairytales? Grow up naman, prince charmings don't grow on trees you know! They're rare commodities nowadays, kaya kapag kinindatan ka na ng isa, 'wag mo nang pakawalan!"

 I remember clearly how much I laughed at this statement of hers. And since we were already at the dug-out, I just went with flow. Something I hated doing; you should know. We fought about that for so many times. but that's a different story.

So going back, we waited for you team to come out. Seconds, minutes, I didn't count. How could I even bother doing so when I couldn't even manage to keep my heartbeat steady? The time passed by so quickly. I zoned out completely. Possible scenarios played in my head repeatedly. I was scared and excited at the same time. This could be my fairytale, you could be the prince charming and I'd be the princess.

My train of thought was broken by screaming and shouting, which I pressumed to be caused by the emergence of the two teams - both famous and having an equal number fangirls. 

Despite the sudden rush of fangirls, I managed to get to you but lost my best friend in the crowd. I approached you, and you were entertaining girls who each handed you a gift. I remember how that almost got me to bolt. I didn't bring you anything. I didn't plan anything that happened. I wanted to slap myself for actually hoping that you picked me over that crowd. There were other girls in that patron box with me; I shouldn't be assuming anything.

I was about to bolt when a voice caught my attention.

"Hey, you! Girl wearing nerdy glasses, brown hair in a bun, carrying a Jansport bag!"

I froze. Nakakainis, I looked stupid! After we started dating, I found a photo of that moment. God, I swear the look on my face was priceless! And the photo even included the girls near me throwing dagger looks.

I looked at you, and you gave me your patented killer smile. I blushed, furiously I think. It took me a lot of time to realize I was the girl you called. It took a slight push from a stranger to bring me in front of you.