Bertemu

Love, the burgeoning sector in young adulthood phase of human development, was the only important and interesting thing in the early third semester.  I tried to build a relationship after my ex dumped me all of a sudden in the first semester, but none succeeded. There was two or three candidate, but one was too bland while another frequently broached sensitive matters. I did not mention the others that did not have any interest with me. However, life must go on. I was a wanderer that looking for a peace.

She was the one. She, the one that ended our relationship before we even started, indirectly instilled her life principal to me. But she was the past, only a history. And I did not want to enlarge the wound that she made.

My mind wandered through the past. The ex, the girl that I liked, the girl that I secretly admired, and so on and so forth. The details of the situations were repeated like a record in my brain. It kept going on for days. I could not concentrate on the course (since when I even concentrate on one?). But, poof, suddenly they were gone. I saw you.

I found you, you the one that I saw in the public lecture. You that gave a strong first impression to me, but I could not find you anywhere I look. I was frozen for a while. You walked past me and sat on the back of the class. It was an Industrial and Organization Psychology class. Finally, I found you and I could jump for joy.

Wait, I did not know you, neither you were. What if she already had a boyfriend? What if she did not like me at all? What if, what if, what if. Okay, just go with the flow, I had to make it smooth and slow. Maybe, just a friend? Yes, moving on to "friend" from two strangers was the choice that I made. I wanted to know more about you but slowly, so nobody will get hurt.

I kept quietly watching you throughout the day.