Sparks

The moment our palms touched...sparks flew into the sky. But that moment only lasted for a while for you and I were both in a hurry. It was in that forest that I first felt what love at first sight was like.

Days passed and I continued to think of you and what would it be like when we meet again. It was a little bit like a torture because I just want to see your face again. I want to hear your voice once more.

My seat was right behind you. It was nice to be right behind you because thenI wouldn’t think of how I would approach you.

But I wonder if you’ll ever turn your head just once to look at me?

Months have passed and we’ve only talked a few times. But it meant a lot to me.

The school year already ended and yet I don’t think I’ve made some sort of memory with you that will make you remember me.

The next year...we weren’t

classmates anymore. You still talk to our former classmates and somehow you also greet me when we see each other but those things are getting more and more less everyday.

Until the day has come that whenever we would pass by each other on the street or hallways, you wouldn’t greet or even look.

It was hard at first but then I finally accepted that maybe it just isn’t gonna work out.

Years continue to pass. And during those times I tried to forget everything. The sparks when we first met, when our hands first touched, when you said hi, when you called me cute, when we were partners for a project. Everything.

Because maybe it’s not just what fate wanted. Maybe that’s what fate planned but maybe fate felt like this isn’t right.

It’s been 10 years and the reunion would take place tomorrow. Would you be there? Ah...I shouldn’t be thinking about that now.

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I shouldn’t really be here. I shouldn’t be standing here beside you on the balcony.

“Long time no see.”

”...yeah. It’s been a while.” I answered.

“How have you been?”

“I’m fine. You?” You didn’t answer, so I looked at you and you were looking right at me. “Is there any problem?”

“Can we skip the small talk?”

“Wha-What?”

“Can we start over again? I know we weren’t the closest back then but I’ve always been interested in you. You’re very remarkable. I wished I said that sooner but hey, it isn’t too late, right?”

At that moment, I’m sure fate’s starting to continue our story again and so I answered, “No, it isn’t. We can always start over again.”

And the sparks flew one more time.