Your Song, Your Story ♫♪♪♫ [FREE REQUEST]

♪ Speak Now

 

 This is for @DanniellaGabucco. I hope you appreciate this. (:

              She walks down the aisle. Seems like she was the most beautiful girl ever existed. All eyes are on her. Why would not? A perfect lady-shaped gown was with her, glimmering and shining. She’s so much stunning. I wish I was her --- No, I mean, that should be really me. That was my position! I should be the one wearing the gown, saying the vows, and the one to kiss the man in front of those witnesses. He was mine… BEFORE.

I can still remember the very first time we met. That time when you ask for a sheet of paper because we’ll be having our quiz. I gave you one, right? or maybe two? But I lost my temper when I noticed you’re not taking the quiz and guess what? I don’t know if I’m going to get angry or flatter knowing that you’ve been sketching my face since number one began. But deep inside, I felt a little bit shiver. I just look down because I don’t want to get any attentions from the class if I shout.

The following day, you ask me to go in front and sing “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift since you heard me yesterday singing it. I shook off my head, signing a big NO.

“Are you shy?” you asked.

“I’m not shy. I’m Diya.” I honestly and innocently answered. But with that simple response, all of our classmates burst out laughing… even you. And hearing your manly chuckles makes me want to say “Oh crap! Mr. Heart, stop bouncing back and forth. You’ve been creeping the hell out of me.” Then my cheeks flushed red.

“You’re cute.” Again and again, namula na naman yung pisngi ko. Two reasons involved. First, dahil nahihiya na ‘ko sa atensiyon ng buong klase and second, because… I just can’t explain. Crush na ata kita. In the end, wala kang nagawa. Ayaw ko talagang pumupunta sa unahan. I have a stage fright.

Pagkatapos ng klase, ako na lang natira sa classroom. Tinapos ko kasi ‘yung class structure ng room natin since ako naman ang Vice President at masyadong busy ang Class President natin. Nagliligpit na ko ng mga gamit habang pakanta kanta. I just love music especially when it comes to Taylor Swift.

“Woah I’m feeling you baby

Don’t be afraid to

Jump then fall

Jump then fall into me

Baby, I’m never gonna leave you

Say that you wanna be with me too

I’m gonna stay through it all

So Jump then fa---“

“Ang ganda talaga ng boses mo Diya.” Napatigil ako sa pagkanta at kusang nanlaki ang singkit kong mga mata. Pamilyar kasi ang boses niya at hindi nga ako nagkakamali, ikaw yun.

“Hi-hindi ako yun. Ahmm… Ano.. Nagpapatugtog kasi ako ng music sa phone ko.” Pagdedepensa ko na halata namang kasinungalingan.

“Sige. Sabi mo eh.” That was your last statement at pagkatapos, kinausap mo yung mga kasama mo sa labas. Naghanda na rin akong umalis kasi ‘di ko na talaga kaya. Pakiramdam ko, lagi akong napapahiya kapag malapit ka sakin. Paglabas ko ng pintuan ay siya namang pagpasok mo at ng mga kamiyembro mo. Panigurado magpa-practice na naman kayo para sa nalalapit na school event. Nung natunton ko ang labas ng classroom, doon lang nawala yung kaba ko. Salamat naman. Pero mukhang hindi pa natatapos ang kalbaryo ko. Papalit na kasi si Ayesha, ang magaling nating Presidente, na walang ibang alam kundi mag-utos. Hindi naman siya maldita pero may pagka-plastic lang. Sorry for the term pero isa siyang Big Sip at ‘yun ang observation ko sakanya.