I am just like you; a person who is swayed by feeling.
Seven years ago when a certain bitterness wrecked havoc in my system, I never wished for a remedy. Just like every girl who has had her heart broken into pieces too many times, I slowly believed that true love is a lost cause in a world full of status symbols, one-night stands, and selfishness.
And then, you showed up. You came so rudely, so suddenly that I never got to welcome you properly.
You sat beside me on that bench.
When there were dozens of seats in that cafeteria,
When there were dozens of your friends that could've given you better company...
You chose to sit beside a person you barely knew.
You could've noticed that I politely asked my friends to leave me alone because I wanted to be but you didn't.
You told me you noticed how sad my eyes were and how, like a moth to a flame, you were allured to it.
You saw right through me.
"Hey, what's this?"
And you nonchalantly took the papers I was busying myself with.
I was giving you a death glare but you were too absorbed in reading my poems to notice.
---O---
You were supposed to go with them. Why did you choose to accompany me?
"I'm good. Homes not far. Thanks anyway. "
"Really? Where exactly do you live? I live nearby."
How could I push you away when I get a statement like that?
---O---
And when that merriest month of May arrived, I was so determined to leave you.
I was even planning on how to dispose all the trinkets we ever bought together.
Suddenly and rudely, you barged into my office. You knew what happened next.
I was slicing you with the sharpest of words, pointing out how bad we are for each other, and deliberately saying anything that could drive you away.
Still, you held my hand unfazed by the stinging slap my other hand did.
You knew I was hurt. You knew I was saying these things to protect whatever was left of my heart.
I was putting on a brave face. Just like a cornered animal would snarl at anything when it reaches a dead end. You told me that it reminded you of the first time you saw me.
"Hey, I fell in love with you again."
I could not believe my ears.
You kissed my hand and that's when I only felt the wetness of your tears.
---O---
I am just like you, a person swayed by feeling.
Judging by how good you had always made me feel...
Seeing you, getting down in one knee,
With hands sligthly trembling around that ringbox that you've just presented,
Those brown eyes swimming in relief and anxiety,
I have no choice. And I would never have any other option. Honestly, I like that idea.
"Yes."