He was approaching.
He passed her by.
She followed, discreetly.
He saw her, and smiled then laughed.
She exalted, swooned some more, then blushed –
a hanger dangled from her schoolbag.
Except for just one event, this story is true. 🙂
Years ago, when I was much younger, I had a flaming infatuation with a young college boy who passed by our apartment each day. I fell in love with his red sperry topsiders first. When I looked a little higher up, I noticed his dark hair, the fair face, the black eyes. Oh my! He looked just like my idol – Robi Rosa of the Menudo fame. (CAUTION: Clicking Robi Rosa will lead you to a video of him singing ‘If You’re Not Here’. Live.).
Each day, I would be waiting by the window or a nearby bench to see him go to school or go home – or wherever he went when he was walking away from school. Somehow, I managed to work my school schedule and activities around his coming and going. My friends at school knew that I could not stay for longer than a certain time on certain days because I needed to rush home to see this guy. My housemates would call me whenever they see him too. Watching him and giggling after having a sight of him became a daily ritual for us.
My infatuation and the thrill of being infatuated were so that I began following him, at a respectable distance, of course, when he walked to the bus stop. To conceal myself, I would carry with me a paperback which I read while I was walking. How I managed not to step into traffic, only Providence knew. But one morning, when I was getting ready for school and knew that he would be passing by on his way home from an early class, I dressed quickly. I tossed things here and there and everywhere, then left when I had all that I needed for the day. I caught up with him at the bus stop and waited for him to get on his bus. Afterwards, I took the bus that would bring me to school. When I got my wallet from my bag to pay my fare, I saw the hanger hooked on a bag strap. I surreptitiously put it inside.
I never knew his name. My friends gave me a theme song – “Tell Me Your Name” by a Filipino artist. But I never really wanted to know his name. Neither was I interested in meeting him. I was afraid – afraid to hear a less than pleasant voice, afraid to see a speck of dirt on his nail, afraid of any random thing that could deflate my illusions.
In time, I moved to a different city. That ended my trysts with this young man. I have almost forgotten about this time in my life. Yet now that I remembered it, I felt giddy and silly and young once again. 🙂
Thank you for dropping by and sharing a bit of silly.
Thank you Studio30+ for prompting me about a favorite childhood memory. You gave me an idea about how to respond to Trifextra’s 33-word challenge this week, i.e. The Rule of Three is a writing principle that asserts that, in writing, groups of three have the most impact. This week’s challenge is to write 33 words using the Rule of Three somewhere among them. It is up to you to interpret the rule, just make sure to use exactly 33 words.