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iii.THE POWER YOU'RE SUPPLYING, IT'S ELECTRIFYING
(alex& sierra—you're the one i want)
I didn't believe in classic things such as destiny or fate. To me, it was too naive, too gullible for me to even ponder in it. A tad bit too dramatic, foolish, cliché, preposterous—full of lies.
But right now, I could kneel in front of everybody in the library and scream out with salty tears streaming down my cheeks, laughing at the ludicrousness of the situation God had decided to throw at me. I closed my eyes just for a moment, to try to comprehend at what—who—I was looking at.
But when I opened my eyes again, you were still there. Right there sitting, engrossed with your works, papers scattered on the table and books laid open for you. Earphones plugged into your ears, unknown to me what songs you were currently listening to, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know your type of songs and to be able to appreciate it together by sharing earphones.
You seemed busy, occupied with whatever things that kept you here at the library when you could be at the park on this sunny day, reading a book under the tree like how you were yesterday. Your hand was skimming elegantly on the table, gripping a Faber-Castell pencil, while the other supported your cheek. You didn't seem like writing—no, your hand moved too animatedly to be deciphered as writing.
You were drawing, I noticed. And even though I could see you had works to be done, you just appeared too blasé to care, too absorbed in your own world you didn't even notice me staring blatantly and unashamedly at you.
Without looking away from you, my right hand had decided on its accord to grab a book that was nearest to me. And I found myself being pulled with your magnetic force towards you. My head was pounding with warnings, a loud alarm blared piercingly in my ears, but you were magnetic and I couldn't stop my own body.
I hoped I didn't seem weird to you, because I knew there were plenty of chairs that were empty and for me to choose, yet I had opted to sit diagonally across you. You weren't able to hear the sound of the chair being dragged by me and I was reassured that you hadn't noticed me yet.
I positioned the book in front of me and realized that it was one of the book I had read before. But I remained seated on my place and attempted to read it even though I had already know how the story went.
My eyes skimmed the words printed in the book, yet I couldn't even make out the sentences. My mind kept wandering off to you, queries started to form in my head: what are you drawing, what are you listening to. And so my gaze floated to you, with such close proximity I could see freckles sprawled on your cheeks like stars swimming brightly when nightfall engulfed the sky.
My stare might had been burning you, for you to looked up from your sketch and gazed back at me. Our eyes collided like how the waves in the ocean crashed into each other when hurricane strike. Then you smiled at me and I was doomed.
