Day Three

It’s been years but it’s hard to forget.

I remember the time when you cried after your rehearsal. You cried on my shoulder, and all I can do is console you. Patting your head, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay. It felt like patting the head of your pet. It’s addictive, I’d say.

Quite strange when someone like me telling others that everything’s going to be fine. It is just ridiculous, no? But there’s nothing I can do except letting your tears fall. It breaks my heart to see you like that, but at the same time, I’m glad that you chose my shoulder to lean on.

The next day, you performed. It goes well. Really well, even. I was worried that you would have a breakdown like yesterday but I see you just fine. Your performance was stunning and I’m proud that you’ve made it. Then, we took a photo together. You know, I’ve been longing to have a photo together with you. Though, I wish I could have worn better clothes. I look crappy...

Then, you pulled me somewhere. I was kind of puzzled why, but then, you confessed to me, out of nowhere. I laughed awkwardly. You seemed relieved. Do you know what I wish at that time? I wish that I could turn back time and hear you say those words again. Simply because I don’t (can’t) believe what I heard. What could I ask for when my own crush confessed to me? Fuck me, I would give anything to hear those words again…

We went to have dinner afterward, somewhere near campus. I wish the time stops there because I had what I wished for a long time. Just the two of us, holding hands, talking while looking at each other’s eyes while waiting for our food to come. You ordered a serving of noodles, I ordered some pieces of bread. The food’s not that tasty, but I assure you that the moment we had is sweeter than the sweetest green tea that you always buy on your way to campus. Sweeter than the feeling of getting an “A” on your most hated subject and sweeter than bid goodbye to someone that you don’t like.

We went home at 11 P.M. It’s not enough, at least for me. I don’t know whether you’ve had enough dealing with people that day. We were tired, quite sleepy, even. But then, you hold me. It was comfortable. It was warm. It was not expected. I wanted to scream, but it would be really weird. So, I hold it in, and I hugged you. We hugged for a short time before we part ways. Not knowing that it would be the last time that we hug and talk to each other.