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People, do not panic. I have always usually like older women, but not that old. I just couldn't help but share my story with you. It takes place today, but I also added a lot of flashbacks to make the story more meaningful and exciting. This is pretty long. Here it goes. . .
Please don't criticize me. I just feel so inspired! Hehe!
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Maureen Emerald H. Valencia
All throughout my grade school life, never did I know she existed. I only learned about her when I finally became the editor-in-chief of the school organ, The Augustinian Mirror, for she too was a former editor-in-chief. The first time I saw her was in the March ’98 issue of The A.M. wherein her acclaimed valedictory address was published. It was no big deal to me back then. All I appreciated in her was her pretty face–those cute cheeks and cheenky eyes, nothing more.
It had always seemed that I was always busy and preoccupied by my work as an editor and as a student back then, that I never even felt the slightest feeling of love or liking for someone in school at least. Yes there were a lot of beautiful people in my school, but none of which I would even share my deepest feelings with.
I had made it firm in my mind that studies must naturally be the priority when it comes to school life, and not love. It was nonsense, I thought to myself. It will only lead one into trouble. I’ve seen it before and a lot of times already. I don’t want to take the risk of having a relationship at such a young age. That’s why I always told myself and advised my friends to start courting in college and not now.
That face of hers was really irresistible. I could stare all day at her small and deep eyes and get lost inside them, but I knew very well that it was only a picture, barren and without life. A picture will not inspire me at all. Besides, I thought she was studying in another school already, so there’s no use making her my inspiration.
The months passed quickly behind me, and before I knew it, I was already about to enter into high school life. It seemed a little scary at first, but I knew that this life would definitely be better than grade school life. And indeed it was…
In a few days or so, I have already familiarized myself with the high school building. Faces from the higher levels were beginning to get more and more familiar. I felt a bright, new beginning had just started for me, and I intended to keep it that way. By the time I entered into the new life, she was totally out of my mind, never to be reminisced again. But all of a sudden, like a raindrop from the heavens, like a flower out of nowhere, she was there, yes, she was there. I gazed at her, and glanced at her every move. How could I ever forget that pretty face with a pair of cute cheeks and cheenky eyes? Could this really be her? The one I’ve been searching for so long?
And so, after I had laid my eyes on her in true person for the first time, she became my inspiration all throughout the year. I always saw her around, and I believe she had already noticed me. Whether her hair was tied up or unfurled, she was still a vision. Of course, why wouldn’t she? After all, she’s the valedictorian of her batch.
Six months of school had gone so quickly, and now it is December and Christmas is nearing. Today is the 21st of December 2001, and we just had our class Christmas party this morning. It was the most fun party I’ve ever been to in years. But before I go on, I must go back a few days earlier…
A few nights ago, when I started praying to the Lord before going to bed, I suddenly thought about her and started praying about her. I wished to the Lord very sincerely like never before, that even just once, I would finally get to meet her and speak to her. But then, while I was doing so, I was overwhelmed by my feelings and soon started to become teary-eyed, knowing that it was impossible and it would never happen. Would a freshman have the guts to meet with a senior? Finally, I went to sleep.
Just the day before the Christmas party, I told my mom to buy a box of 8 to 10 Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls. She bought me the heart-shaped box, which contained 8 chocolate balls. I was supposed to give half of the contents to my Kris Kringle partner and another half to another good friend of mine, but I really didn’t feel like giving it away like that. Something about this gift was just too special.
Later that night, I got on the phone with my good friend, Louie. We discussed a few things about our Kris Kringle partners, and told him that my partner might not be able to come because she had broken or sprained a limb. I asked him for advice on what to do with the chocolate box instead. Then my inspiration sprung into my mind, and I thought of giving it to her instead. I had to think and reflect a lot on the situation first. I elegantly labeled the box, tied a royal blue ribbon around it and inserted a 4-page letter. I slept very soundly that night as I yearned for the day that was to come.
The day of the Christmas party, which was today, was going to be the day I had promised myself that I would finally meet her in person. People all around the campus were exchanging gifts within and outside of their sections. I thought to myself that it was now or never, and so I made my move. My friends Louie and Bryant hid by the staircase for them to be able to take a picture of her and me while I was giving the gift.
Finally, I gave the go signal for my other friends, Adrian, my classmate, and Joan, the classmate of my inspiration, to call her from her classroom. I was shivering, nervous, and at a loss of what to say. Finally, she came. She was walking and looking around, wondering who was calling for her. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress, which fully exposed her arms. I stepped forward and she went closer– closer and closer, until I said the historical “Hi!” to her. She greeted me back and I spoke the following words: As a former editor-in-chief of the A.M. to a former editor-in-chief, I would like to present this gift of mine as a remembrance since this will already be your last year here. Merry Christmas! She said, “Thank you” and I said it back, and we parted ways after that.
I was definitely the happiest and luckiest man on earth that time! All my classmates were truly amazed at me. They didn’t expect me, a freshman, to have the guts to give a gift to my inspiration who is a senior.
I learned one valuable lesson today: Wonderful things happen when you least expect them from the Lord!
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