Young Love - Fourth Draft

YOUNG LOVE

August 20, 2008 - LPM

As I walk out my way to Taft, I can’t stop myself from the excitement to get to España. I passed by De La Salle University, silently I said, “I wish I could have gone here”. It’s already 1:30pm and my class won’t start before 3:00 pm. I’m wearing my best jeans and shirt, and it won’t be long, I’d be wearing a white uniform. After hour traffic, I walk towards España gate and into the walkway of University of Santo Tomas. While walking, I can’t hide my smile. It’s June 2001, I’m 15 year-old and I’m about to enter a place that will change my life forever. It’s the first day of our class, and the room is filled with new unfamiliar faces. As I went in, I took the second row seat close to the window of class 1-DPM. Quietly, I just sat and waited for our professor to come in. But the time is passing and I’m getting bored, so I started playing “snakes” on my Nokia 3310 phone. Just then a guy came in wearing polo shirt and jeans; he has his hair gel and eyeglasses. Everyone stopped and kept quiet thinking it’s our first professor that came in; those who were standing up took their seat and waited patiently for him to go up front. But he didn’t move forward, instead, he took a seat closed to the door. After realizing he’s not a professor, everyone else went back to talking as I look at him closely. At that very moment, the guy got my attention, “He’s seems to be different. His skin is too fair and where could he have come from.” I thought. He sat quietly as I stare at him more. It wouldn’t be too long before I knew that this guy would mean so much in my life. Time flies fast; it was 7:00 in the evening of January 2002. My last class for the day just ended and I’m about to finish my first year in college. As I walk out of the classroom, I was focus texting a friend when I realized someone is walking beside me and said, “Lou, can you treat me to Wendy’s?” To my surprise, it was him, but I said, “I don’t have money, you should treat me!” He answered, “I don’t have money neither, you should treat me, pleeeeaaaaase?!” That made me laugh, and blush at the same time. As we walk down the stairs he asked, “You want to trade phones?” To my surprise I asked, “Why?” And he said, “Just for

fun”. I looked into my Nokia 3310 phone then glanced to his Nokia 6210 phone, then said, “Sure!” As the triumph of having much better phone fills me, I can sense the happiness that my heart feels. I don’t know why the guy makes me smile when I don’t even like him. But I didn’t mind it; I was too excited to use his much better phone without realizing that this was the start. Summer break had passed; it’s already June of 2002. As I reenter our school walkway, I smiled remembering that this will be my second year here. I was sitting in my Literature class at 4:00 pm when our professor announced our project, a class play that we’ll be presenting at the end of the semester. She specially mentioned that no one will pass her subject unless he/she participates in this project. I personally didn’t mind since I love stage plays, “I’m a stage actress”, I said silently. Auditions came and stage actress as I was, I ended up the sound and light coordinator. “This is funny,” I screamed in my mind. But better have a role than failing the subject. On one Sunday morning, our whole class is in a classmate’s house to practice. Since I didn’t have much role, I sit in the bench waiting for the day to end, wishing I’m just resting at home. When suddenly, he approached me and sat beside me. Some of our classmates started to turn they’re gaze on us, but I didn’t mind, I was floating with happiness just thinking he’s beside me, even talking to me. “Today isn’t such a bad day after all”, I thought. The first semester ended, then come our second semester. As days pass by, he’s getting closer to me. He even started calling me his special friend. With that, I wonder what he feels for me, the same way as I consider what I feel for him. “I’m just getting used to him”, I said to myself. But I can’t explain why my heart starts beating whenever he’s close to me. “I can’t feel this way, we’re friends. I shouldn’t like him or worse, love him”, I convince myself. So I keep on reminding that to myself until one night after a movie with some friends, he treated me coldly. I texted him asking, “Are you mad?”, and he replied “No, why will I be?” I can feel he is so I said “It’s obvious that you are coz you’re treating me so cold”. Then I added, “By any chance were you jealous of James?” James is one of our friends whom btw, have been one of my crushes in school. He replied, “Why will I be? It’s

like I don’t have the right to be.” I texted back, “That’s true. I feel like we’re so close when you’re not even my boyfriend”. Then he replied, “Yep. You’re not even my girlfriend but I don’t know why I care for you so much, too much.” I was stunned and said, “Yeah, I feel the same way. I care for you so much”. Then he finally replied, “I’ll tell you something tomorrow”. Next day was Monday, 20th of January 2003. It was our prelim exam week. He came by our house at 8:00 in the morning. As I pretend to study for our exam later on, he went close to me and said, “I told you I will tell you something, right?” So I asked, “Yeah, what is it?” Then he said the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard, “I love you”. This was the moment my first love happened and it changed my life forever. THE END.

Clarice comment: okay ung start…ung last part medyo hindi..choice of words. Edit and change words used.