If I remember it correctly, it was fourteen years ago when I first met her. It was in this same place, in this same bench and same time that she had caught my ears. Yes, my ears and not my eyes. I'm not blind, it's just that at that moment it was a different circumstance.
It was a bright and sunny day. I came to the central park to take a break from all the burdens of being a university student. I sat in one of the benches and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sunlight on my face. Then someone came and asked if she can sit beside me and I said that I didn’t mind.
Somehow her voice calmed me down. It was kind of weird actually; but I loved hearing her voice. I didn’t want to open my eyes for the fear that this might only be a dream.
Without me realizing it; I actually fell asleep…I was lulled by her calming voice.
When I woke up…she was already gone.
During my free time from the university; I would go back to the central park and would close my eyes. Hoping that she would appear again; hoping that it wasn’t just a dream from a fool like me.
But no matter how many times I come back to the same place…she wouldn’t appear.
Maybe it was only a dream.
Maybe not.
But whatever it is, I really want to meet her and hear her again. And if I am given another chance, I would never let her go again. I would open my eyes and see her.
Six months have passed since that faithful meeting and now I’m still here in the same bench waiting for her to appear again.
I closed my eyes.
Someone sat beside me but I didn’t dare open my eyes to see who it was. I don’t want to be distracted, because if I were, I might not be able to hear her voice.
“You sure do love to sleep here, don’t you,” the voice that I had been waiting for; spoke to me once more. I didn’t open my eyes yet. “I have been waiting for you,” I told her and I heard her smile. “Really? Why is that?” she asked. “I loved hearing your voice. It calms me down,” I continued to tell her. “Hmm, that’s kind of good to hear,” she happily told me; her voice is like silk. “Are you real? If I open my eyes, will you still be there?” I heard her chuckle. “Yes, I am real. But you don’t have to open your eyes. I beg you to never open your eyes,” she pleaded.
How could I not listen to angel’s plea?
“But why?” I asked her; pained by her decision. “It’s better this way.”
I was going to object; but something stopped me and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, she’s already gone. Left in her place was a white feather.
And that's how my first love ended.
And now fourteen years have passed and I already have a family of my own; but I still come back to the same bench where we first met; where I almost saw her…almost.
