I walked down the aisle, unsure of what I was about to do, but then I saw you—just standing there, crying. You've waited so long for this day to happen.
Back then, I was afraid to fall. I didn't want to waste my time on the wrong person. I was scared to love, but I was also scared to be all alone. Then, you finally came into my life. You were patient with me. You understood me. I sometimes always think that you are too good for me. I can't express how thankful I am that I have met you. You guided me through my complicated self.
Now, I was sure, sure to let you go and give you to my sister. Thank you, brother-in-law. You gave me hope that there are still men like you out there. You stayed true to her, you kept your promises and now the day has come that you and my sister will be together in this life forever.
This day, two beautiful souls will mend into one. I'm happy for you guys, but when will I finally be with my one and only?
Days passed, and the news quickly spread. It was quite a little bit too fast that I was going to be an aunt already. I'm older than my sister, but she still managed to have a child first.
Our relatives were surprised that I hadn't found someone yet. They kept pushing me to settle down, they even said that they could set me up with someone. I refused, of course. I want to find my one and only myself, plus, I'm still young, only 25.
I sat on my favorite seat at my favorite café at my favorite place drinking my favorite drink. Nothing feels better than this. But in these moments, I can only think of my future relationship with a man.
A man who's emotionally intelligent, a gentleman, soft-spoken and caring...will I even find someone like that?
Ever since I was a kid, I have never had a crush nor felt love—in a romantic way I mean. I have my family and friends that love me. In addition, my life is so boring. I finished college just a few years ago and now, I'm in corporate. I never wanted to be in one, but here I am. I hated the thought of every day being the same over and over again, like a cycle that never ends.
As I was minding my own business, a fine-looking man sat in front of me and asked: "Is it alright if I could sit with you? The other tables are full, I should've gone here on weekdays." He looked shy and unsure.
"Of course, I'm not with anyone." He thanked me and stayed.
The air reeks with awkward silence and faint sounds of conversation. Sure, there were many people, yet they talked almost like the winds whispers.
"Uhhh...what's your name or hobbies–sorry, am I being weird?" He said, looking like a tomato or maybe a volcano.
I chuckled. "No, not at all. " I followed my chuckle with a smile. "I'm Mayla Lily Winters and, I guess, I like binge-watching shows and rotting in bed." His look softened.
"Well, I think I need to introduce myself too. My name is Alejandro Gabriel Fernanza. I like watching cars go around in circles-well, it's not really a circle." Fortunately, this conversation is going quite or kinda going well. "Any sports you find interesting?" he asked.
"Watching motorcycles go around in circles, maybe?" I answered with unsureness. It's been a while since I watched motorcycles go around in circles-I was a fan when I was in high school and college, but now, I'm not anymore.
"It's quite exciting but not as exciting as watching cars go around in circles." He said a bold opinion.
"How dare you call cars going around in circles better than watching motorcycles go around in circles!" I said, clearly annoyed.
He just looked at me and laughed softly—gosh, this man surely is something. My heart is fluttering, and I don't know why.
"I've never seen a woman get all worked up because someone said watching cars go around in circles is better than watching motorcycles go around in circles. How about this: Lets both watch and learn about both sports, and we'll decide which one's better. "May I have your number?" I was hesitant at first, but I gave him my number.
We chatted and chatted until the sun was no longer there. It's such a shame this conversation is coming to an end. "Well, it's quite late–I should get going. It's nice meeting you." I said.
"It's nice meeting you as well. I hope we meet again sometime." he responded.
I went home to my apartment, satisfied with the interactions we made. He was cute and kinda my type. Is this the feeling of falling in love, or perhaps it's just admiration? Oh, well... I'll find that out sooner or later. I'm in such a good mood that I can't stop smiling. Did I made a new friend or is he something more? Geez, why am I asking and thinking about these things? I should stop thinking about him.
Days turn into weeks without hearing from him. I started watching cars go around in circles, and it's good, but it's definitely not better than watching motorcycles go around in circles.
Sometimes I wonder if—suddenly a message pops up on my phone at the table right in front of me. It was a number I didn't recognize. The message said that it was Alejandro. I can feel the surge of euphoria within me at this moment.
"Hey, what you up to?" Another message popped up.
I immediately replied with: "Nothing much."
It was quickly followed up by his message "Want to hang out? It's the weekend, and the weather is perfect today too."
"I would love to." We talked about where we would meet and at what time.
I'm walking to the fair, excited to meet him. There he was, standing. Wearing a crisp black shirt, the top button off. He looked majestic, he was wearing simple clothes, yet he was still captivating. My heart felt like it missed a beat. "Hi!" I said, my voice almost bent into a high-pitched kinda like a scream. Maybe I was too excited.
"Hey, darling..." Oh, my goodness gracious...he called me darling. I'm going to freaking die because of so much joy building up. I wanted to squeal but I chose not to.
I ran like a penguin to him. It was cold and turned out it was a not-so-perfect weather, but it felt like it was because he's here...what am I even saying? "So this is the newly opened fair?" I asked. I don't know if I sounded like a child getting a big toy on Christmas.
"Yeah, it looks promising." he assumed.
"I hope it is promising." I commented.
We rode a rollercoaster. I screamed like a goat...it was embarrassing, but he just laughed and all I could do was blush! He won me a teddy bear. It has a dark brown cowboy hat with a matching belt. The teddy bear itself has a light brown color and has a cute face. We went on so many rides, the scariest one? The Ferris wheel. I am scared of heights, so when we were at the very top, I squeezed his hands as if my life depended on it and held my breath. He was actually concerned about it, but I managed somehow.
"It's 7:00 already, wanna go to a restaurant? My treat." he said. This was becoming more of a dating vibe rather than a hanging out one.
"Are you sure? I cannot really refuse that offer. "I love food...maybe a little bit too much." I said casually.
"Can't say the opposite. Let's go?" He looked at me, but there was something in that look. I just said yes and went with him. After that, he took me home.
"Thank you, I had a wonderful time. Uh-see you?" I kind of stuttered.
He chuckled. "Of course, darling. Oh, just remembered, watching cars go around or motorcycles?" he remembered.
"Staying loyal to my motorcycles." I said confidently.
"Guess I'll stick to my cars... goodbye, darling." He took my right hand and kissed it gently and just left. What was that!?
I went to work with an optimistic mind. I feel great...a little too great. My coworker, Carlotta, noticed it. "Someone's in a good mood. Woke up on the right side of the bed?" she asked.
"Not really, it's more because of a person..." I shyly corrected her. Heheheheheh. I miss him, wait...I hate that phrase. Why am I saying it? From the moment I started high school, all that I could hear was that damn "I miss him" like why everybody I know was saying that bullshit of a sentence like the freak. I could never hate such a phrase, but damn, why am I saying it? I'm officially going crazy.
She sat beside me, her appearance serious, then beamed. "Omg, omg! Spill the freaking tea. Who is making you so damn happy? Who!?" She sounded like she was about to explode from curiosity.
"Is it a coworker, wait...don't tell me he's a fictional character, Lily." Her beaming eyes faded.
I swiftly responded. "No, he's not a fictional character. "He's a guy I met a month ago, he's such a husband material." My heart fluttered while saying that.
She gasped. "Oh, my– you're the last person I expected to have a little crush!" Carlotta bumped me.
"I don't know if it's little, but I kinda want to have a future with him." She was left speechless and frozen.
"What? "Anyway, I'm continuing my work." I shrugged.
I was on my way home when my phone rang. It was Alejandro. I picked up. "Good evening," I greeted. "How's your day?" I asked without even thinking.
Without even noticing, I was back home, dressed, ate dinner, and now resting on the bed...still on a call with him.
"Goodness gracious, it's already midnight." He sounded quite surprised. "I apologize for keeping you up late." Alejandro keeps apologizing.
"No, I don't mind at all. Good night?" I said.
"Good night, sweetheart." My heart fluttered when he said that. I just changed up in disbelief. This man has me flabbergasted in many ways.
It's been a week and me and Alejandro continue to hang out and have late-night calls-they are the best part of the day after work.
He calls me again. "Hey, darling. Where do you live? I'm going to visit you." he said.
"Oh, um. "I live in 9999 at The Most Amazing Apartment In The Whole Universe." I gave him my address. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. He was standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.
His left hand was behind his neck, clearly nervous. "For you, sweetheart." He handed me the bouquet of lilies.
I was surprised. "How did you know my favorite flower is lilies?" I said, examining them.
"I saw it in your post last week." he answered.
"Ah, I posted that about two years ago. Thank you, I appreciate this."