#61 je t'adore
The sun seemed to be overly happy that day. French class was over and there was not much that I could do after that so I decided to walk back home. Moreover, I felt a bit dizzy and more of nauseous. Dizzy because how hard it was for me to understand French. Nauseous as the result my body couldn’t adapt to the quick changes of temperature from a freezing classroom, out to the scorching outside.
“things gonna be fine,”. I said to myself as ultra-condensed particles and waves of sun rays rained down upon me. Trying to move one step at a time. Felt heavy and tired but never was saddened or angry. Just plain inside and poker face outside.
My mind wandered away from where my body was. One thought after another but a particular stayed long. I thought of how I lived without a girl whereas my friends, most of them, had girlfriends. It didn’t bother me actually but curiosity played its part. What would my life be if I had a girlfriend?
I kept walking.
With bland, plain soundtracks showered along the way.
And then at a shout distance I saw a figure I had known.
It was a girl I liked. That kind of girl that I could only admire from afar. I didn't know her much but somehow I was moonstruck with her. I slowed down my walking. She was approaching from a long distance but short enough to let me know that, that was her.
I stopped.
I involuntarily waved at her and in midway I lost my confidence. She won't wave back I thought. But I was wrong. She lift her right arm up to her chest level as if she was about to recite National Pledge. And then, she waved back.
She. Waved. Back.
My eyes widened as she calmly waving right to left, left to right and left again. It was like a metronome with a joyful tempo. Accompanied with her lips curved, formed a big smile, showing her adorable set of teeth. My feelings became major chords and all minors seemed diminished in the warm of the day.
There, soft as it was to me, in my mind was a band of orchestra playing Wilhemj’s arrangement of Air on the G string. And the wind took part, dancing all around me.
I replied to her beaming smile with a small smile. I knew she saw it, by her micro facial expression, she acknowledged everything. My unintended wave, sudden lost of macho and finally signs of relax. I too knew she heard the music between us. The beautiful exchange that only us could comprehend. Though I tried to deny and afraid to say it, I knew what she said in her thought.
I know you like me.
Still smiling and a bit of giggles, I turned to the right on walk up the stairs. Took myself back home.
Girl like her I could only adore her. I liked to leave it just like that. To adore her only.
Oui mademoiselle, je t’adore tellement.
“things gonna be fine,”. I said to myself as ultra-condensed particles and waves of sun rays rained down upon me. Trying to move one step at a time. Felt heavy and tired but never was saddened or angry. Just plain inside and poker face outside.
My mind wandered away from where my body was. One thought after another but a particular stayed long. I thought of how I lived without a girl whereas my friends, most of them, had girlfriends. It didn’t bother me actually but curiosity played its part. What would my life be if I had a girlfriend?
I kept walking.
With bland, plain soundtracks showered along the way.
And then at a shout distance I saw a figure I had known.
It was a girl I liked. That kind of girl that I could only admire from afar. I didn't know her much but somehow I was moonstruck with her. I slowed down my walking. She was approaching from a long distance but short enough to let me know that, that was her.
I stopped.
I involuntarily waved at her and in midway I lost my confidence. She won't wave back I thought. But I was wrong. She lift her right arm up to her chest level as if she was about to recite National Pledge. And then, she waved back.
She. Waved. Back.
My eyes widened as she calmly waving right to left, left to right and left again. It was like a metronome with a joyful tempo. Accompanied with her lips curved, formed a big smile, showing her adorable set of teeth. My feelings became major chords and all minors seemed diminished in the warm of the day.
There, soft as it was to me, in my mind was a band of orchestra playing Wilhemj’s arrangement of Air on the G string. And the wind took part, dancing all around me.
I replied to her beaming smile with a small smile. I knew she saw it, by her micro facial expression, she acknowledged everything. My unintended wave, sudden lost of macho and finally signs of relax. I too knew she heard the music between us. The beautiful exchange that only us could comprehend. Though I tried to deny and afraid to say it, I knew what she said in her thought.
I know you like me.
Still smiling and a bit of giggles, I turned to the right on walk up the stairs. Took myself back home.
Girl like her I could only adore her. I liked to leave it just like that. To adore her only.
Oui mademoiselle, je t’adore tellement.