The Reality About Love

Chptr1

(c) wreckthoughts

That guy with black eyeglasses

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It was Monday when I first saw him.

It was really a gloomy day.

First day of class, of course.

After a long christmas break, everyone's excited and nervous to meet and reunite with their professors and classmates. Everyone except that guy wearing black eyeglasses.

I don't know what's wrong with me but he really caught my eyes.

He's not that handsome to be my type. (Didn't even pass my standards.)

He's also not that 'batak' to be getting my attention. (You know girls. Psh.)

He's totally out of my league but he wondered me with the expression he had on his face.

He's so sad that I can feel his pain right next to my heart.

Even though he smiles to his friends, it's still plastered on his face the fact that he is damn hurt with something.

I have never seen that strong emotion in my entire life.

Yes, I've seen people sad. I'm not that ignorant. 

But what I am seeing in him at that moment was something unexplainable.

I never thought that people can look hurt that much.

I can still remember how he sighed. 

It's like he's been holding it for years.

When I was about to go, a tear fell out of his right eye.

His friends are no longer there to comfort him, maybe?

I can clearly see it from where I am sitting.

He's so hurt.

That's for sure.

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*knock knock knock*

"Who is it?" I said.

"It's me."

Upon hearing his voice, I know it's him.

I need to put up my best vulnerable self to make him believe that I'm okay.

That I'll be okay.

"Come in."

It took him 5 seconds to open my door and that feels like forever.

The moment he stepped in, I immediately went back to my work.

Making him believe that I'm busy and not hurting.

"Hi Kate, how are you?" He said casually.

"I'm fine, thanks. Why are you here?" I said nonchalantly without looking at him.

I'm afraid I'll lose the barrier I build if I see him.

I'm afraid that I'll be begging for him if I see him.

I don't want that.

Not now.

Not ever.

"I'm fine, I guess. I-I'm just here... Uhm.. To tell you that I'm.. I'm so sorry for everything." He stuttered. 

He is sorry for everything. What the hell?

Do you think a simple sorry can make all of these pain go away?

It's not as easy as that!

It requires time and absence of that bastard.

I wanted to strangle him and worst, kill him!

But I.... I'm... I'm in-love with him.

And that's the end of me.

I know.

"Kate? I know I am a douche not to tell you--" I cut him off.

"Get out, Aaron. I don't need your explanation. What's done is done. You hurt me and that's it. You chose her so go to hell with her. I don't need you. I was born without you so I can live without you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work." I plainly said without looking at him.

A little longer, Kate, hold it in.

Don't show emotion.

He was about to say something but he opted not to continue it.

"Okay. Good luck with your work. I know you'll be amazing. You know that I'm your number one fan and-" I yet again cut him off.

"I don't need your flowery words right now. I've been fooled by that act once but I will never let you do it again. Just.. just go." 

He seems to be relunctant at first..

He sighed and went to the door.

But before that, he said something that made me more confuse than I ever was.

"I love you."

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