First Time I Met Him

He is a friend of mine. I had first time met him when my friend introduced me to him in some meeting. I was so young, clueless, and innocent back then. Let’s just say that we were the victims of a match-making fiesta by good willed relatives.

We made a conversation just to eliminate the ambush silence between us and it was me that started the conversation.

The conversation keep going and one day, it ended up on the messenger for every night and day.

He, a playful and nice person. Combine with witty and funny made him as an additional attractive spectrum color for brighten my day.

He was nice enough to find a love and nicer still to be thinking on a long term-basis with her. He never gave me a chance to ‘no’ him. I’ll never forgive him for that.

When he told me that he was in love and not with me, that’s when I think I actually began liking him.

We’d spoken once. A late night conversation, when I sat on the stairs and spoke in hushed tones, which seemed way too loud for the night. I liked his voice. I was also discreetly enjoying his smell.

He was busy trying to make a decent pattern of his life. I was young enough to dance through life and make everyone else dance. It wasn’t the right time for ‘us’.

And like all good things, we lost in touch. But any mention of a name, as his, and I would smile to myself. I like his name.

Years gone by, people came and left. The memory remained.

The next call was six years later.

The moment I picked up the phone and heard the voice on the other end, I knew it was he. Both of us were surprised.

Hesitant conversation, wary and curious too. Then leaving all bashfulness behind, a hearty conversation with both of us having so much to say and yet nothing at all.

His voice lingered in my head.

I almost like a dead deaf body when he asked me to meet somewhere. I was gasped and stuttered though.

Then, when we finally met. I kinda nervous and I really had no idea why I was so nervous. I usually could setting up my confidence in normal level as I met the new guy.

The way he fixed his eyes on me was kinda scary. In a good way. As if I couldn’t run nor hide anything. He sitting in front of me, listening. Every words I said. Fired him couples of questions like a bloody job interview, so damned intimidating.

Me, a girl who has defense as thick as china wall, opened myself to him. I feel vulnerable in front of him.

He smiled and said “Sorry for leaving you. I thought it never happened if I were with you for those years. But, you’re a stronger woman now. Not a spoiled little girl that I used to know.”

“So, I was remembered as a spoiled girl for you?”

He chuckled and rubbed my head. “In a good way, baby. From now, you’ll be just alright because I will standing behind you to support you and in front of you to protect you”.

And like always, he never gave me a chance to ‘no’ him.