It was a rainy afternoon and I was driving my car heading for home. When I stopped because the traffic light turned red, I noticed that there were 2 guys out in the rain so I opened my window. There he was, with his other friend soaking with rainwater. I had the heart, so I tried to call them and offered them a ride. They gladly took the offer and went inside my car, in return, soaking my car seats. His friend asked to be dropped off in this convenient store that was on the way. After we dropped him, I asked where he wanted to be dropped and he asked if I could drop him to his house which is quite far actually. The nerve. This is the price you get for being so kind hearted?
I tried to smile and nodded that I’d take him there. On the way, that was when I had the chance to really look at this guy clearly. He was soaking with rainwater but that was what made him so… cute, I thought. His hair was all messed up and of course, wet. And his shirt, I didn’t realize that a blue hip-hop styled shirt would look absolutely great when soaked with rainwater. But before I could think of more nice things about his physical appearance, his attitude suddenly clashed again. For he told me that it’s a big pity that I couldn’t afford a stereo for my car. I got furious and I told him that I had one and that it was stolen a few weeks ago by some pathetic losers, probably his kind of crowd. I know it sounds mean but I couldn’t help myself. And what I said did affect him, he also got furious but he didn’t say a word. I kept driving for about 2 more minutes until he asked me to stop the car. I did and he said sorry for saying what he just said despite the fact that I was already kind enough to offer him a ride. That changed my mood for just a little. But then he also said that people like me could never be really friends with people like him. And before I knew it, he quickly kissed me on the cheek and left the car. I felt his cold, wet lips on my cheeks. It was probably the rain that made it that way. Anyway, I couldn’t drive just yet. I was still trying to recover from what had just happened. It wasn’t the first kiss I got from a guy, but thinking deeply, staring blankly at the windshield of my car for about 2 hours was already something else. I was a person who couldn’t even stay put for about 30 minutes, so what’s wrong with me now? When I was a bit conscious, I realized that I still couldn’t drive yet. What had just happened about 2 hours ago is still giving me the chills. It was still raining outside, but something led me to just go out and soak myself into the rain. So I did get out of my car, walked a little until I had to pause when I found him there. He was also standing in the rain like me. So I thought to myself, he was here for about 2 hours too? He didn’t leave me. His mysterious eyes looked straight into mine as he walked headed to my direction until we were already standing face to face with each other. He only told me 4 words that are now turning my world around. Yes, 4 not 3 for I Love You. But 4 words for, There’s Something About You. After he said that, he placed his right hand in my right hand, our hands were both cold and wet because of the rain. He leaned closer, then he kissed me again. But not on the cheeks, this time. That was when I started to reconsider believing in a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing.
After that romantic kiss we shared, life could never be better. Or so I thought. But I couldn’t tell my friends yet, I didn’t know why, but there was something about it that I’m still pretty confused with. Probably because he never told me that he loved me or that we had a relationship. Yes, he does call me at home and we sometimes go out for a nightcap to eat pizza or ice cream then have a little kissing session. But never did he hint that we were official, and that was something important for me. Though I didn’t want to be too pushy or anything so I just kept silent. So our, “thing” or whatever it’s called went on for about two more months without anybody else knowing about it. It was hard for both of us, well actually, it was hard for me considering that I had to miss out on some female bonding with my friends. But for him, I had no idea. For we somehow made it a point not to talk about things that made us different from each other in order to prevent conflicts.
But then my girlfriends started to notice, then without me knowing it, they had somewhat tried to spy on me by following me whenever I go out alone to meet “him”. One day they confronted me and told me that they already knew what was happening. They were so hurt that I didn’t even tell them considering the fact that they would have understood me. After that, I didn’t see my friends, it was obvious that they didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. That really hurts. But sadly, I was too pre-occupied with my “thing” with him that I didn’t even try to do something to settle what had happened between me and my friends. As for him, I was also starting to feel that things weren’t also right. So I had to ask him what was wrong. But he never answered me. He just kissed me on the cheeks again and brought me home. I didn’t see him the next day and the day after that… He didn’t also call. I knew this would happen. But I just had to risk it, and now what did I get? My life was tearing apart, I had lost my friends because of him. And sadly, I had also lost him..
After sobbing inside my room for about a week, I got out and I tried to get my life back on track. I didn’t know where to start, but I thought that I just had to do something. Next thing I know, I was driving as fast as I could, without looking at the speed meter of my car anymore. It was raining and everything was blurry, it wasn’t my eyesight, it was my head. Next thing I know, I woke up and realized that I was already in the hospital. My 4 friends, were already there, they seemed so supportive. I didn’t even had to ask what had happened for I already knew that I had gotten into an accident, I just didn’t know how bad it had been.
When I was more attached with the real world, I tried to look around in the hospital room if there may had been some flowers or whatever that “he” might have sent me. There were none. Not that I expected, it was just a thought though.
After about 2 months, I could already walk without having to use my crutches, the plaster cast was already gone. I was a new person, and I started dating again. I dated the safe kind of guys, If you know what I mean. I went out with guys who didn’t belong to a hip-hop, punk, rock or whatever kind of groups there are. I had gone out with this guy named Mike for quite a while. After some time, we had called it official. Mike was really great, he was almost everything I wanted with a guy. Why almost? That I couldn’t answer. Maybe because I still felt a little empty space when I’m with him. But don’t get me wrong, I love him so. I love him as much as I’ve loved… no, I really shouldn’t have mentioned “him”. Big mistake.
Big mistake.. that was what came across my mind when I brought Mike to this party my guy cousin had again hosted. It was probably my memory that was so bad that I had to forget that my guy cousin was the one who held that party quite a long time ago that changed my life. But I thought that hey, I was a new person now, I didn’t only change my outlook in life, my looks were also different. I have longer hair now and more sophisticated clothes. I was proud of the transformation though.
But unfortunately, fate had it again and I bumped into “him”. I didn’t say a word and pretended not to know him. But then, Mike seemed to know him. As if he was a long lost brother or something that Mike had been so happy to see him. Turn out, he and Mike are 2nd cousins, how could I have not known? Was there something with their clan that got me falling for? Anyway, Mike introduced us to each other, I shook hands with him as if it was the first time I met him. I just hoped that he would also pretend to be meeting me for the first time. With all my luck, that was what he did. I was secretly glad. Then I excused myself to go to the powder room.
God, I haven’t seem him for quite a while. But somehow, the feelings were starting to go back. I couldn’t stop it. It was not only that he looked more cuter than ever, he now seemed like he doesn’t belong to a group anymore. Look, I’ve got nothing against belonging to a certain group, but I would really prefer it if he didn’t belong to one, which I really hoped for. Then questions had started to come across my mind, Does he have a girlfriend? Is he also living a new life? I had no idea. But I felt guilty. Mike was supposed to be my boyfriend now. But suddenly, my feelings for Mike had felt like he was just a friend now, only a friend. I thought of how mean of a person I was.
So when Mike drove me back home, I decided to just end it with him. I didn’t know if that was the best or the fair thing to do, but I just had to. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t also that hard. Mike was very understanding. Though I could never tell him the real reason why. Just like in the movies, I had told Mike that the problem was with me and not with him. And just like any other good guys in the movies, Mike did understand and respected my decision.
The next day, I had to tell my friends about it. Just as I’ve thought, they’ve understood me and just kept me company until I felt better. They told me that they didn’t know how to advise me on this one, but whatever decision I would want to do, they would respect and support me. Talk about having really good friends, more like angels who’ll always make you feel better.
I decided to face my fears and call him up. No, rather go straight to his house and talk to him. It’s much better to talk with someone in person. On my way to his house, I was trying to think of something to tell him, but I didn’t know what exactly to tell him. When I got there, before I could reach for the doorbell, the small gate door opened and I saw him get out. He was just as surprised as I was when we saw each other. He was again wearing his hip-hop clothes so I figured he still belonged to that group, it was probably a lifetime thing, but that didn’t matter anymore. He asked me to come inside, so I did. I sat on his couch and he knelt in front of me, held my hand and asked forgiveness for what he had done to me before. I tried to hold back the tears but then they just kept on rolling down my cheeks. He used his blue gangster bandana to wipe my tears and when I looked straight into his eyes, that was the first time that I believed it when people said that some guys do cry. He wasn’t crying like a baby though. Thank goodness. But just like me, some tears had rolled down on his cheeks. It was as if he also felt the pain that I felt. The touch of his hand felt as if he was trying to tell me something with the absence of words. It was as if he had wanted to ask for a second chance. A second chance that I was willing to give him. Then there he goes with that 4 words again, this time, it wasn’t, There’s Something About You, but rather a question of, Will You Marry Me?
There was no ring yet, but I couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t marry him. As I’ve thought before, he was my soul mate. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my days with this hip-hop gangster guy or whatever title you’d call these kind of people.
We’re married for a year and a half now, and growing stronger than ever. Not only am I very happy with the outcome of my life, I’m also very happy with the things that I’ve realized. For I used to think that it was only in the movies where in opposites attract like the famous, Romeo and Juliet who belonged to different families who were in raged with each other. I also thought that girls like me could never be with guys like him, I was really wrong. I’ve also learned that there were words more powerful than, I Love You for it’s really actions that matter most. Also that, second chances were worth given to those who deserve it. Lastly, I had underestimated a hip-hop gangster’s capability of loving someone so true, I was again, really wrong…