It was different. It was as if I was living in a romance novel with a twist.
It started out with you knowing it was my last day of work. As usual, I took my own sweet time to step out from the office, saying goodbyes to the colleagues. I can’t help but felt bittersweet about the whole situation. As soon as I exited the building, I saw you standing at the smoking corner with that lost puppy face of yours. It was weird seeing you there considering that you don’t smoke. It was even weirder to see you waving at me and walking up to me.
“Fad-ly, erm…is it cool if I was to ask for your number?”, you asked with a shrugged. The way you pronounce my name, it sounded more like ‘phat’ rather than ‘fad’.
I replied, “Whatever for?”. I was kind of slightly shocked.
“Well, it’s your last day and I was thinking if maybe we could go out for drinks or grab a bite somewhere. If you don’t want to give me your number, it’s okay. I won’t mind.”, you explained with a look of defeat in that innocent face of yours.
“So, are you asking me out now or are you trying to asked me out in the future or…?”, I left it hanging, pretending as if I’m not interested in you. Deep down, my heart was beating wildly as if I could have a heart attack anytime soon and my knees are just going wobbly from having all of your 6ft 3 inches frame standing in front of me. The musky scent of yours, that is just so masculine but with a sensitive touch, makes me even want you more.
You gave me a smile as if you know that I would say yes and answered me with an explanation, “I mean, if you’re free right now, I don’t mind, erm…actually it would be kind of cool if we could grab a bite like now. I mean, that is if you want to. I’m not forcing you or anything at all, just so you know…so yeah.”
Good God, my heart was beating so fast. Being the flirt that I am, I said, "Sure, we can go and have dinner now provided that it's your treat. We'll see how the rest of dinner goes then I'll decide if I want to give you my cellphone number."
We had dinner and before I knew it, it was being fast forward into the future where I was taking my Degree in Arts. You were fetching me from school. My friends and your friends knew about us and you didn't mind it one bit at all. You were just being yourself with me. It felt as if the whole world doesn't exist at all except the two of us with all the time in the universe. It's funny how you always love to kiss me on the forehead then kiss me on the lips in public considering that we are living in a rather conservative country. The weird thing is that my parents have meet you and they were just convinced that you are one of my closest friends.
You called me that day to have lunch with me and told me that you have a rather urgent matter to talk about. Knowing you, you are the more serious one compared to me. We had lunch at one of my favourite Italian Restaurant at Holland Village. Nothing new for you to order my meal for me, you just remembered things about me, which is one of the many reasons that I love you. While waiting for the food to come, we talked.
"Erm, baby. I was wondering if during your hols, we could go some place? Maybe Manhattan? It would be during fall but if you want to go somewhere else instead, of your choosing, I don't mind..." ended as it always does after so many years of knowing you. You always gave in to me regardless.
I was certain that there would be a catch, considering the last time we went on a trip, we ended up visiting your sister & her family in Los Angeles. After a few seconds, I asked, "B, how many days do you intend that we should go for? It's only a rather short two weeks term break for me. I won't mind if we were to go for a week and not more than that. Please?".
You broke into one of the widest smile that I have ever seen and grab hold of my left hand and slip me a simple silver band with engravings and just mouthed out, "Will you?"
I just stared. Every single insecurites that I could think off came into my mind but there I was saying yes repeatedly until you kissed me on my lips.
Fast forward, we were in Manhattan preparing to get married and never in my life, have I ever been so sure that you are my Mr. Right. The other half of my soul. There we were, with your family, my siblings and my closest dolls. I was about to become your wife/husband. It was a simple ceremony of us saying our vows and you said you will take me in, till death do us part. It was my turn.........
Well, it was after all just a dream so eventually my alarm clock had to ring and I just had to set the song to "Tore My Heart" - Oona. The irony. Just so you know, if you are the same guy in reality as you are in my dream, I would have said yes in a heartbeat with no doubts. That was how eerily convincing my dream was.
The second time that I'm dreaming of getting married to the person that doesn't even know that I exist in their life. Seriously speaking, HE got to stop screwing around with my love life and my dreams. It's becoming to pressurising for me to handle it already.
PS: a dream would always just be a dream...
