Nice To Meet You 2: Second Loves Are Angels That Teach Us Lessons

Chapter 1: You Found Me At My Worst

They say the second time you fall in love with someone will feel different. And that was how I felt with Marcos. He introduced his self to me as Coy, he said he doesn't really like his first name since it makes him feel old, because unlike his name, he's very youthful and active.

He found me at my worst, when I was all lost and destructive, when I was living carelessly so I could not feel the pain, when I was distracted so I could not think of how lonely I get when I am all alone. The time he found me made me feel so relieved. When I had my heart broken for the first time, I couldn't imagine myself loving someone else again. And it happened, I loved someone again, and I can sleep well at night again.

I am Sophie and this is the story of how my second love taught me the lessons I'll forever carry.

After a failed relationship, I found trusting and loving again hard, but I wanted to try and take risk. He invited me to his world and showed me a different side of it. He made me feel special and wanted and whole again. And all I wanted was to be with him.

We met in one of the events of our department. I think it was really beautiful how we met. Out of all the people in our departments, we were both chosen to represent our courses. Maybe it just means that we were really destined to meet.

Like any other love stories, I didn't notice him at first because I am too focused on other things. And maybe, a part of me didn't really liked him at first because he had this boastful and showy vibe in him that I am not really comfortable with. He was too active and too friendly to everyone that it somehow makes me uncomfortable when he tried talking to me since I am not really good in conversations.

I think, on some parts, I am his opposite. He's an extrovert, I am an introvert. He prefers to go to an active, loud and energetic party while I would just choose something lowkey or a comfortable bed at home and watch whatever series I am watching. He is into dancing and all those sports while I am too weak to even serve a ball. Despite of our differences, he still saw the beauty in me even if I was feeling weak and ugly and broken, and I was grateful of that. I appreciate him for that.

After the school event, we, as well as the other members of our new circle of friends got closer to each other. For some months we would hang out almost every day, and they would always tease us, especially his friends. Everybody would always say he likes me, and that everybody else knows it apart from me. And somehow, a part of me started liking him back then. I saw that he wasn't as bad as I thought he was after all.

And maybe it was his humor, the way he tells corny jokes and how it would make me laugh anyway, or maybe the way he kept surprising me, or maybe his courage to actually approach me and tell me that he really likes me when nobody else dares to, or maybe there is just a part of me that actually fell for him.

And slowly, I fell in love with him.