Its been raining for almost two weeks and the sky seems restless and murky. I still longing to see him and to hear his melancholic voice, enchanting my heart as it goes through my eardrum.
We were classmates, and I didn’t realize that I will fall in love to an ordinary person and worse, I didn’t see anything interesting about him. It was my first year as an education student in one of the most exclusive school in the province of C*****. My first day is just an ordinary day, nothing special about the course also with the people whom I will be with for the next three years. My first two months was very disappointing because I thought that the decision that I made would make me happy. Until the day came, the day I heard his voice, the voice that made my heart melt and surrender to his heart melting voice. It was during our history class and he was task to sing a song using his own composition. I asked one of my classmates his name, and it was odd because his name is related to a bookstore. I talked to him but at the end of our conversation, I started to giggle. He was annoyed when I giggled maybe he thought that I’m laughing because of him. One night, during our class in values, I caught him staring at me maybe he haven’t forgotten what happened that morning. That conversation we had is the first and maybe the last. Until the day came for him to go and transfer to another school in their place. I was disappointed with the news about him. One Saturday morning I went to school to hang out with my friends. I’ve been waiting for almost two hours but they didn’t come. I saw him outside a computer café; I talked to him and asked what he’s doing. He said he’s doing the assignment of his board mate. He’s always like that doing the things what other people tell him. The news about his transferring was true and he will be going home tomorrow.
I know that it will be the last time I see him. I wanted to tell him how much I fell about him, I wanted to tell him to stay. I wanted to tell him a lot of things but he’s already gone. The night after that incident, warm tears kept falling my face. It was cold not because of the cold breeze of the air, it was cold inside.
He left and I didn’t get any information about him until today. I know that he didn’t see my tears because they were washed away by the disappointment that I felt. Now, I’m here writing the memories that I will surely treasure forever.
We were classmates, and I didn’t realize that I will fall in love to an ordinary person and worse, I didn’t see anything interesting about him. It was my first year as an education student in one of the most exclusive school in the province of C*****. My first day is just an ordinary day, nothing special about the course also with the people whom I will be with for the next three years. My first two months was very disappointing because I thought that the decision that I made would make me happy. Until the day came, the day I heard his voice, the voice that made my heart melt and surrender to his heart melting voice. It was during our history class and he was task to sing a song using his own composition. I asked one of my classmates his name, and it was odd because his name is related to a bookstore. I talked to him but at the end of our conversation, I started to giggle. He was annoyed when I giggled maybe he thought that I’m laughing because of him. One night, during our class in values, I caught him staring at me maybe he haven’t forgotten what happened that morning. That conversation we had is the first and maybe the last. Until the day came for him to go and transfer to another school in their place. I was disappointed with the news about him. One Saturday morning I went to school to hang out with my friends. I’ve been waiting for almost two hours but they didn’t come. I saw him outside a computer café; I talked to him and asked what he’s doing. He said he’s doing the assignment of his board mate. He’s always like that doing the things what other people tell him. The news about his transferring was true and he will be going home tomorrow.
I know that it will be the last time I see him. I wanted to tell him how much I fell about him, I wanted to tell him to stay. I wanted to tell him a lot of things but he’s already gone. The night after that incident, warm tears kept falling my face. It was cold not because of the cold breeze of the air, it was cold inside.
He left and I didn’t get any information about him until today. I know that he didn’t see my tears because they were washed away by the disappointment that I felt. Now, I’m here writing the memories that I will surely treasure forever.
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