We met in the midst of chaos. I was rooming with your friends for the night, and since we shared friends, we were introduced. At first I was cautious around you. You followed our friends and me around, making sure we were safe. They insulted you, and called you names, hurt you. Uncomfortably, I went along with them. I didn't know you well, but you kept talking to me. We left for summer with you beginning a sketch of me in my yearbook. Then this year came and we were in the same art class. At first I was cautious around you. But as the periods melted into days and the days melted into weeks, we became friends. And somewhere in the midst of things, I began to want to get to know you better. And sometime as we became closer and closer, I fell in love with you.
That classroom that we shared became a haven, a sacred place that we shared. Each joke, each laugh, each smile that we shared became all the more special in that room. Every touch, every conversation, every second that I spent with you, I fell for you even more. I began looking forward to that class, as a chance to spend more time with you. Slowly, my mind became filled with thoughts of you. And I didn't mind it. I thought about you constantly, I was addicted to the joy it brought me. Every time I saw your picture, I heard your voice, I was filled with an unimaginable happiness.
I smile for you. I laugh for you. I live for you.
Each time my phone rings, I hope it's you. Each time I get a message, I hope it's you. Each time I hear my name, I hope it's you. I'm hopelessly in love with you. And that classroom help it bloom.
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True story there. =) I just thought I'd share the happiness I'm feeling right now. Isn't it silly? We're not even going out and I'm all giddy with happiness. =]
24 November, 2009
14 November, 2009
Wedding Dress
Inspired by Taeyang's (Big Bang) new single, Wedding Dress. I really wanted to make it like his music video, where the role of the protagonist isn't quite clear until the end, with an end on a melancholic, but also slightly happy tone.
Wedding Dress.
A pristine white dress, beautiful light pink roses and giggling bridesmaids surrounded me. We laughed and smiled, for it was a day that we'd never forget, that I'd never forget. We chatted and cried and laughed, celebrating the wedding that we had been planning for months. I heard a light knock on the door and my mum walked in. “He wants to see you, honey.” My friends teased me, saying something about seeing another woman. I left the room and walked out into the hallway. Before turning into the corridor where he was waiting, I smoothed my dress and tried to calm down.
He once told me that he was the luckiest man in the world. I smiled to myself as I recalled the times we spent together. We were neighbours as children and always played with each other and constantly slept over at each others' houses. We were the best of friends. We remained so even when we entered middle school and high school, spending weekends at the movies, chatting on the phone, and the like. And even after college, when we entered the work force, we took the time out of our busy schedules to spend time with each other. We'd surprise the other at work with a box of chocolates, or a bag of coffee, and we'd even the occasional lunch together, reminiscing about our childhood. I knew that this would the proper culmination of it all. An exciting and hectic day, celebrating the union of two people who loved each other. I took a deep breath, turned the corner and called out to him. He looked around frantically before seeing me. Instantly, his face lit up. As the man I've loved for 20 years walked towards me, beaming, I was filled with joy. He hugged me close and I breathed in the smell of his cologne.
“I'm so glad you could make it. It means the world to us for our best friend to be here as our maid of honour.”
I smiled back. “Don't be silly, it's an honour for the two of you to have chosen me. So, what's the real reason you called me out?”
He looked around uncomfortably. “How does she look? Is she happy? She's not having second thoughts about this is she?”
As the questions were poured onto me, I felt guilty. I wanted her to leave him. I wanted him to look at me and realise that I was the right one for him. That I'd been standing here the whole time. But I pushed away those thought and looked him in the eye. “Calm down. Haven't the two of you been going out since high school? If she had any doubts about you. Any at all, she wouldn't be here. So be confident. She loves you and you love her and all of us support the two of you. Go get ready, you'd better be standing at the altar next time I see you, beaming with joy.” As I said the last sentence, a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't contain my tears, my sorrow.
He looked at me with alarm in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked me. His hands were on my shoulders. I could feel my heart speeding up with the contact of skin on skin.
I turned sharply away from him. “Stop. You don't want any rumours about you having a secret lover on your wedding day do you?”
“Well, no, but I'm worried about as a friend.”
I forced a smile. “I'm fine, I'm just so happy for the two of you. I bet my mascara's running. Jeez, now I have to get back and have them redo my make-up. Don't worry about me. Go and get ready to marry the woman you love.”
He nodded and as he left, he shouted. “You're the best friend anyone could ever have! Thanks!”
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As she walked down the aisle, in that pristine white wedding dress, I saw him the happiest I'd ever seen him. His joy surprised me. I realised that she was the only one who would ever bring that much happiness to him. And as they said their vows, I silently took back every curse, ever ill wish I had ever directed towards them. And as he slid the ring onto her finger, I wished them eternal happiness.
And as they kissed, a tear slid down my cheek.
Wedding Dress.
A pristine white dress, beautiful light pink roses and giggling bridesmaids surrounded me. We laughed and smiled, for it was a day that we'd never forget, that I'd never forget. We chatted and cried and laughed, celebrating the wedding that we had been planning for months. I heard a light knock on the door and my mum walked in. “He wants to see you, honey.” My friends teased me, saying something about seeing another woman. I left the room and walked out into the hallway. Before turning into the corridor where he was waiting, I smoothed my dress and tried to calm down.
He once told me that he was the luckiest man in the world. I smiled to myself as I recalled the times we spent together. We were neighbours as children and always played with each other and constantly slept over at each others' houses. We were the best of friends. We remained so even when we entered middle school and high school, spending weekends at the movies, chatting on the phone, and the like. And even after college, when we entered the work force, we took the time out of our busy schedules to spend time with each other. We'd surprise the other at work with a box of chocolates, or a bag of coffee, and we'd even the occasional lunch together, reminiscing about our childhood. I knew that this would the proper culmination of it all. An exciting and hectic day, celebrating the union of two people who loved each other. I took a deep breath, turned the corner and called out to him. He looked around frantically before seeing me. Instantly, his face lit up. As the man I've loved for 20 years walked towards me, beaming, I was filled with joy. He hugged me close and I breathed in the smell of his cologne.
“I'm so glad you could make it. It means the world to us for our best friend to be here as our maid of honour.”
I smiled back. “Don't be silly, it's an honour for the two of you to have chosen me. So, what's the real reason you called me out?”
He looked around uncomfortably. “How does she look? Is she happy? She's not having second thoughts about this is she?”
As the questions were poured onto me, I felt guilty. I wanted her to leave him. I wanted him to look at me and realise that I was the right one for him. That I'd been standing here the whole time. But I pushed away those thought and looked him in the eye. “Calm down. Haven't the two of you been going out since high school? If she had any doubts about you. Any at all, she wouldn't be here. So be confident. She loves you and you love her and all of us support the two of you. Go get ready, you'd better be standing at the altar next time I see you, beaming with joy.” As I said the last sentence, a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't contain my tears, my sorrow.
He looked at me with alarm in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked me. His hands were on my shoulders. I could feel my heart speeding up with the contact of skin on skin.
I turned sharply away from him. “Stop. You don't want any rumours about you having a secret lover on your wedding day do you?”
“Well, no, but I'm worried about as a friend.”
I forced a smile. “I'm fine, I'm just so happy for the two of you. I bet my mascara's running. Jeez, now I have to get back and have them redo my make-up. Don't worry about me. Go and get ready to marry the woman you love.”
He nodded and as he left, he shouted. “You're the best friend anyone could ever have! Thanks!”
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As she walked down the aisle, in that pristine white wedding dress, I saw him the happiest I'd ever seen him. His joy surprised me. I realised that she was the only one who would ever bring that much happiness to him. And as they said their vows, I silently took back every curse, ever ill wish I had ever directed towards them. And as he slid the ring onto her finger, I wished them eternal happiness.
And as they kissed, a tear slid down my cheek.
10 November, 2009
Too Late
Ideas:
Characters: Lucien, Serafina, Mariella,
Walking on street (beach?) next to each other
Crowds of people, hand inch closer
Holding hands
Mari confess
Lulu accepts, thinking of Sera
--Later
Mari calls Sera about Lulu
Sera shock
Characters: Lucien, Serafina, Mariella,
Walking on street (beach?) next to each other
Crowds of people, hand inch closer
Holding hands
Mari confess
Lulu accepts, thinking of Sera
--Later
Mari calls Sera about Lulu
Sera shock
Opening
So. This is going to be a blog full of my random writings. For me, it'll be like a place to dump all of my ideas and thought so I can come back to them later. <3
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