Sunday? Some people love it. Some don't. Are you wondering where I belong?
She's Mary Jane. I love her more than anybody could love another.
She's pretty. She's sweet. She has everything.
She's my first love. And I know she will be my last.
I want to find her. I can find her. I want to see her again. Maybe, next Sunday.
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Morning. I went to the coffee shop. Obviously, to have some coffee.
A crying girl caught my attention. She's too pretty. Who have the courage to make her cry?
I walked towards her. I sat beside her.
I love her smell. Her strawberry scent. I want to smell it forever.
Her hair. Her hair so smooth that sways with the wind.
I think I'm already falling in love with her.
"Hi. Can I ask what's wrong? Kanina pa kita napapansing umiiyak eh"
She looked at me for a second and continued crying.
Her eyes. Her eyes full of sadness. I want to make her happy. Right at this moment. Until I lose my breath.
"Hey. I'm not bad. Or whatever you think about me. I'm just here to help." And to be with you for the rest of your life.
"Uh. Sige. Mukha ka namang matino. Ang gwapo mo eh." We both chuckled.
I heard her chuckled. I want to make her laugh.
"Thank you, would you mind telling me what's behind your tears?"
"Hindi naman. Teka nga. Wag kang mag-english! Baka imbis na luha ang tumulo sa'kin, dugo pa yung tumulo."
Now, I really like her.
"Well, okay- Uh. Sorry" I chuckled. "Pero wag kang iiyak ha?"
"May bago na sya." Oh, that's it? No more becauses
and dramas?
"Yun. May bago na siya" And as I was expecting, her tears begun to fall.
I tried my best to cheer her up and for 2 hours, I succeeded.
"Basta sabi mo yan ha? Next Sunday, iti-treat mo ko ng coffee. Promise?" I promised.
We talked about so many things. I made her laugh. I made her smile. I made her happy.
"Sige. Kailangan ko ng umalis. Thank you for this wonderful day."
"San ka nakatira? Hatid na kita." I want to know more about her.
"Ah. Wag na. Kaya ko naman eh. By the way, Mary Jane." She smiled. Shook her hand with mine.
"Angelo."
"Okay. Bye, Angelo!"
"Bye Mary Jane! See you next Sunday."
Then she left.
Mary Jane. She's been running through my dreams. I always dream about her. I already missed her.
Its already Friday. I can't wait to see her.
Sunday. I went to the same coffee shop. The coffee shop where I met her.
I think I came too early. Its 6. I saw her passed 7 last Sunday.
Someone opened the door. Not her.
I ordered my usual. Wait, someone's coming. Someone who's not her.
I've waited the whole day. She didn't came. Maybe. Next Sunday.
I can't sleep that Sunday night. I keep thinking about her. Wondering what would happen of she walks to my life again. I want to meet her again. I want to know everything about her. I want to be her everything.
Next Sunday.
It's raining. I put my jacket on and go to the same coffee shop I've met her.
To have some coffee. To see her.
I've waited 'til evening. She didn't came.
I walked home. Full of hope.
Next Sunday. I thought.
Next Sunday.
I woke up early. Hoping she will go to the coffee shop earlier.
I wore a decent suit. I brought money to treat her as I promised.
I can't wait to smell again her strawberry scent.
I can't wait to see her smiles and her hair swaying with the winds.
I can't wait to hear her laughs.
I saw her. Its her. She didn't see me. She didn't enter the coffee shop. She just passed. She didn't look back. She's in a car, I can't follow her. No, don't lose hope. Maybe, she just forgot. Maybe, she's busy. Maybe, next Sunday..
I never give up waiting for her to come. I never lose hope seeing her again.
Every Sunday. I go to that coffee shop. Waiting for her.
I will never give up waiting for her to come. I will never lose hope seeing her again.
I know she will come back. She's coming back. Maybe, next Sunday.
