HIM

Jus recently, I’ve been writing his name in my table. I’m not actually sure of the spelling, is it double L or with H or simply spell as you pronounce.

When a person like me got a crush on someone, it’s a human nature to ask for the name, the cell phone number or any piece of information about him/her. By that time, I already know his name, Philip. Honestly, I’m not that type of girl who asks for his cell phone number or home address. Those things are if less significance than his presence.

My friends were shocked the moment I pointed at him and said that he’s my inspiration. They never find me having romantic attraction with boys and yes that’s a fact. Before, I was a man-hater who refused having communication with boys, they’re dangerous I thought. They tied asking me, “What’s with him? Why him? Huh, does he know about it?” I don’t know which question I will answer first so I simply smiled. You know it’s really confusing for me to like a man as him. He is tall, far-skinned Filipino, and physically fit.

Ok, so how did it started? —- It was second year first sem when I first have a glance at him for he was my classmate in the subject Theology 3 (Discipleship in Community). Although our seat plan gave us the opportunity to communicate with each other, we didn’t because I really don’t like talking with boys. For me, he’s just a classmate and that’s all, nothing more nothing less.

One sem has passed and now second years second sem, he is again my classmate for not just one subject but two – literature 2 (literature of the World) and Sociology 1 (society and culture with family planning). I begun building friendship with boys and the feeling is different. I feel good, secured, and loved. It opened me to the realization that boys are worth the friendship.

So how did I interact with him? It was because during our Litt 2, our teacher grouped us to prepare for reporting. Luckily, we were in a single group. We picked up a number containing the sequence of reports and gothca, we picked up number 1 which clearly means that we are the first reporters. The task given to us was to report about the anglo-saxon literature. Being the first reporters, we needed plan for practice. We meet at a single time where are all available except him. It was an 11:30-12:30 schedule. I was forced to talk to him just to ask his available time to join the practice. No single time available where I’m also available so I divided the tasks and gave him a poem to sing. I told him to create a melody for it in such a way that it brings out sadness, misery, and death which reflects and elegiac lyric. He has no choice but to accept it and promised to prepare for it very well.

One lunch time, he was in his PE uniform probably just after their PE class, I asked him to sing the song that he had prepared but he was shy. Ok so I told him then that he needs to practice it time and time again. He smiled ad nodded.

The reporting day came, we all prepare and rehearse but he was still not with us. We entered the room and fixed the platform which served as our stage. Five minutes after 2, he came holding a guitar and a piece of paper. I was relieved upon seeing him and I started the report introducing the history of anglo-saxon literature. Until we came to the point that we’re already discussing the literary forms present in the said period. First is the heroic epic and we presented a ‘punto-de-vista’ depicting one scene from Beowulf (almost famous heroic epic during the period). Next is an elegiac lyric, he occupied the platform and started strumming the guitar. He played his own melody of the poem the seafarer. We listened carefully and I can feel that he’s a bit nervous. His sweat rapidly came out from his pores. He’s so cute. =)

The report was over and our beautiful teacher provided comments and appreciation for our group. I was so glad together with my group mate’s who tapped my back and said, Till the next grouping again’. I winked at them and it feels so good to know that you’ve reported very well.

Day passed by, I’, here, he’s there, but who cares? And it was a Valentine’s Day when he entered our class looking refresh and cool. That day, exactly that day, my hear beats faster like it had never before. He seemed too bright, alive, and strong and I … kept staring at him. And that’s the beginning of MR. Philip thing. =)

Our schedule for both socio 1 and litt 2 class landed every MWF and those were the moment where we were classmates. Two days after Valentine’s Day, our Socio instructor grouped us in to three: those who never had relationships, those who already had a pas relationship/s but single at present, and those who are currently committed. Fortunately, we do again belong in the same group: the group of those who had past relationship but are single at present.

We were task to answer three questions honestly. These are: first, what are the reasons for break-up? Second, are you ready for another relationship, yes or no and why? And lastly, do you want to have a part 2 with your ex/es, yes or no why? Quite challenging and interesting we say. I was the one who surveyed answers from my group mates. I was supposed to ask one different answer from one another but I respect those who have the same answers and from there I gathered different ides and reasons. What shocked me was his answer when he said that he doesn’t want responsibilities and that’s his reason why he doesn’t want to enter another relationship and also his answer of saying No with the third question. What kind of reasoning was that? I reacted.

That afternoon, I went home and finished all my home works and households chores. His face seemed to be the recent picture registered on my mind for it comprises my vision and imagination. I decided to sleep at 9pm and what a nice thing had happened. I’ went out the class room after our litt 2 class and I can feel that somebody’s following me. I just continued walking when I heard someone calling my name. I searched for that familiar voice and it was a great surprise when I saw him beside me. He smiled and I smiled too. I continued walking until he opened the book he’s holding. He asked me about the definition of an unfamiliar word but I forgot that word maybe because I was so over surprise that time. I was honestly disturbed by his actions, was that the real question he wanted to ask or is it something that he’s just afraid to ask so?

I looked at him in a stated of confusion. He’s sweating much again and he’s so really cute. He looked at me, smiled, and suddenly asks me a question. “Do you have a boy friend? He asked. I replied, “no, I don’t have. I’m a guy, don’t you know that? Do you thinks that’s a good thing, a boy-to-boy relationship?” then I winked at him. He simply smiled and nodded and followed up another question.” Can I court you?” of course, I know that it is his real intention of following me and it is the real question he wanted to ask but was afraid to do so. You know what I did? I bowed my head down, up and smiled and said, “isn’t it that you don’t want responsibilities and you are afraid of another relationship?” I saw him gracefully looked at me and grinned. Suddenly, a loud noise hits my ears. Oh, it’s already 5:30 and my clock is alarming. I woke up and realized it was jus a dream. A dream that might come true or might failed no to. Sadly, I was just simply dreaming… =( THE END

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