The first scene took place took place when she first walked in class. Now she was cute from a distant like most girls are, but when she began to speak I knew in that instant that I had to get next to her. It was the first time in awhile one of Cupid’s arrows struck me. I can usually dodge his bad aim, but dude was on point that day. I wasn’t in love but I was definitely past like. We didn’t engage in a full conversation for weeks. It was then that we showed up to class at the same time, only to discover it was cancelled. Small talk began to grow to a medium size and before we knew it we were talking as we walked across campus. She could’ve talked about anything, even something like microbiology or advanced calculus and I would’ve listened all day! From then on, we started talking on a regular basis throughout the semester. The cowardice in me prevented me from letting her know that I noticed her. Not notice like someone notices a rose from a concrete. But she was like a daisy that grew from rubble that belonged to a building that was pummeled by a wrecking ball because of a scheduled demolition. That daisy was the center of my existence for the next couple of months. Until eventually the semester ended. The scene ended as well because I didn’t have the balls to ask for her number…
Scene two only happened because of a random chance. I didn’t see her until a year later. In the library our paths crossed like the sun eclipsing the moon. I was the moon. Everything that I was thinking suddenly stopped, and my thoughts began to revolve around her. Facebook saved my life. She found me there a few days later. We exchanged long messages until one day they suddenly stopped. I didn’t see nor hear from her for a while. And when I did hear about her, it was on facebook. I saw her name with the word relationship following. Only, I didn’t have a similar status. Every part of my body was suddenly hit with gravity. For a brief moment nothing went on in my mind. I’ve tried to think of “nothing” before, but trying to think about nothing only results in something replacing nothing. But this time I couldn’t fathom what I saw. Pissed off at myself, I logged out and felt the end of all things to come had arrived…
Scene three must have been an act of fate. First day in class, I arrive early to catch up on sleep. When I raised my head to check the time, she sat next to me unpacking her things. Every emotion possible ran through my body within two seconds. I went from mad, to sad, to happy, to jealousy, to depression, to glee, to frustration. Eventually I managed to say hello and it was as if we were in Scene one all over again. Only this time, inescapable friend zone I found myself in had no windows to look out of. Only occasionally, she would open the bolted door to say hello and we would engage in conversations as if I was only allowed certain visiting hours.
Intermission. I sit now wondering if there will be another scene where I can play the role of some hero attempting to save some damsel in distress who will eventually co-exist with my entity and we will share a future to where in our wedding vows, I will say something corny like “You had me at hello.”
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