You

Cool breeze of early October swooshing around us. It was kind of awkward actually. To be able to walk with stranger, well not really since we were classmates. But still, we had been attending the same class which I could not recall talking to you at all. So that day, since I was the only one in my batch who took the class, I figured that I might have to walk alone all the way to the dormitory which was like a thousand miles away. I did not mind though for I could enjoy the air. I think I was about to get out of the building when you came into the view and greeted me. I really did not remember most of the details but yeah we continued walking anyway. As I said before, it was a bit awkward but we managed to warm up. As a curious gentleman, you, of course, asked me a lot of things and I remember telling you that I learned your language though. And you were smiling, saying courageous words for me to continue and even practice it with you. I remember, too, telling you about my favorite rock band from your country and giddily, or rather clumsily, showed you my status for messaging app which was a line from their famous song. It was in front of the first dormitory of the campus and we stopped for a while. You were, again, smiling. Your eyes met mine and you looked so amazed for me being able to speak your language and also know your culture. You then asked for my id for that messaging app. We then continued walking until we were in front of your dormitory. Our dormitories were side by side but I needed to walk extra footsteps because mine happened to be the last and farthest one among all. We said goodbyes and you waited for a moment before you went into your dormitory. The whole journey from the building where our class located to the dormitory felt so slow and so warm and I can still feel it now. Later that night, my phone beeped and you sent me a smiley and asked me "How can I call you? Just Liza?". And our friendship began from there. Or should I say my crush on you began from that very moment?

I Don't Want An Ending

Settings: February, piazza

I walked into a room, finding you in despair. You were standing next to the window and your eyes were fixed at the piazza. "Dad has gone lost." I got flashes. Dad were at the piazza having problem with local. He was being scolded and somehow he disappeared. I automatically panicked. "Let's go find him" I said but you seemed immobilized. I took your hand and slowly you came to life and you gave me that one-million-dollar smile. We walked down the stairs and went straight outside. We looked around and the place had been cleared, except for the grumpy local who was trying to fix whatever problem that was 'created' by dad. We went to the right and somehow ended up at a barbershop who happened to sell books outside. I took moments to take a breath and you were talking to the barber, asking if dad was around or not. The answer was negative. You looked so upset and I tried to reach you again. This time, you jailed me in your arms. That felt warm despite the cold breeze of February. Your arms enclosed tightly on my waist as you were trying to calm down. My right ear was right on your chest and I kept counting your heartbeat as it went from frantic to slower. I heard you inhaling my scent as you were sinking into my left shoulder and I really felt serene at that time. Not so long after that, a cough was heard, aiming us. Our hug went loose and we looked at the intruder. It was your dad. "Didn't expect you lovebirds to come out from the room. Here for my lovely daughter". Dad handed me out a fresh stalk of rose and he acted out as if nothing had happened early. I looked up to you and you were trying to hold back your inner battle. "Well, why don't we have lunch now?" You asked, masking the emotions felt while grasping my hand. "Sure, son. Sure" Dad patted your back and we walked off together. The scene faded away, but not the feeling. It was surreal, it lingered there, it made me alive, and I didn't want an ending for it.

Clasping hands

It was blurry yet I could make out the faces. They were ours. Yours and mine. We were laughing heartily at some random jokes and when we stopped, we would just have that staring competition. Your perfect imperfection mesmerized me and the loving look you had when you were eating the view of my face made my knees jellying out. The light turned green and you started to tear the look away from me. I rested my head on the window and smiled to my own self. Gazing to the beautiful scenery outside, my right hand flew to your left hand before having it imprisoned. Hmmm... I liked the way our hands fit each other. Your hand felt so warm and gentle that my hand melted into yours. You played with the ring that was on one of my fingers and dragged it up to your lips. It was lovely, you know? I felt blessed and loved. I then had them rest on my lap. I took another glance at you who were smiling like an idiot before I went to slumber with heart floating to the air. But when I opened my eyes, those moments were already gone. Oh I must have forgotten that I have never met you and it was just a good dream like the others. Thank you for visiting me again after you have been missing for quite a period. Till we meet again, my love. xxx