Untold Memoirs

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3^nd year, 2007 - Yet somehow, Fate has its own way of giving her to me. And this was the beginning of my happy days.

          I was in a hurry for my class when I realized that I coincidentally placed myself to a new block of biology students. I barely recognized them other than my friend who is with me from first year till then. As I looked at my new sets of classmates, I knew then that I would find the girl whom once made things very special to me. And I was right. And this time, we are not just classmates in one subject. This would simply mean that I have the chance to see her more than once a day. She is everything to me and well, it seems like Fate favors me now.

          Biology lecture classes, my math classes, chemistry classes, school activities, laboratory works and hang-outs all of which brings her closer to me. We tend to know each other and this time much deeper understanding of who we are. We hang-out sometimes, just the two of us. We ate lunch, snacks, and even dinner together. We exchanged phone numbers. We texted each other saying; good morning, good night, hi, hello and even sending funny messages and love quotes. We sometimes go to mass together. We share our burdens and happiness to one another. I find comfort and satisfaction with her. Were always been lab partners and partners both in crimes, happiness and sad moments of our life. And in my point of view we really enjoy having each others company.

          Third year for me was one of the most unforgettable days of my life. All of these became possible when she came to my life and be part of it. I still remember those days when I accompany her going home. I still remember those moments we spent together at the fast food chain. You know that feeling of having someone special on a date (obviously in our case it is not a date per se), where things on your mind was just focused on her with hands shaking, heart pumping so fast and your sweating a lot even the diners temperature was so cold. And for you not to appear so obvious you try to talk about something that is of no significant. It was just a simple dinner yet it means a lot to me. It was like a dream come true to me although I am not certain of what it means to her.

          I like her so much and time has been my witness for it. I like her not because she’s not into vegetables, cheese or pasta. I like her not because she is intelligent, of good moral character. I like her not because of these and that.  I simply like her with no particular reasons at all. I like her just the way she was. I care for her not because I was told to do so but rather because I need to care for her. Watch over her, assure that she is safe and offer the best effort I can make to satisfy her and make her happy.

          Fieldtrips and field works for me were really of great help. And because of it, I really have a lot of good memories with her. During fieldtrips and fieldworks, she’s always been my buddy. We always seat together with her on the window side since she like it. My job was to make her comfortable during the trip. Gave her jacket when she feels cold and share some foods when she is hungry. Hold her baggage and carry them. And check from time to time if she is okay. But for me the best part of the trip was watching her sleeping on my shoulder and I really miss it a lot. 

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Untold Memoirs

2^nd Semester, Year 2005 – It all started from a sketch which might eventually change everything about me.

 It was afternoon and I was scheduled to have my Biology Class. I was in a rushed looking for my room knowing that minutes later I could possibly be late by then. Room 201 that’s it! I say to myself. When I enter the room, few of my classmates where their already and the rest of the faces I barely can’t recognized. It was a mixed class for different biology majors. I took the last row of seats at the back with some of my few classmates and few unknown people.

          The class was not that boring, it’s just that freshmen students like me have little tolerance for lecture stuffs especially when the topic was about plant cells and its parts. So for us not to get sleepy my classmates and I do some sketching. We sketch anything that comes to our mind even our professor has been our object. I remember it once, I drew a picture of my professor and we labeled it Santa Claus. And it was passed on to the next person beside me secretly and wrote some comments on it. And then finally it reached to someone who really made me stunned for a moment.

          She was seating second from the end of my right side in our row. She was seating together with her friends. She is beautiful, gorgeous and very lovely. I even remember the first time she talked to me saying “what a nice drawing” giving complement to my sketch about my professor who remains naïve on what we are doing. I was stunned for a moment by then when I was attracted to her. No words, no actions for few seconds.

          Since then, it became my motivation to attend my Biology class as early as possible. Seating on the same side where I can see her all the time. She looked so happy with her friends; laughing, talking and even making jokes. And it seems like I am secretly stalking on her. She got me! That’s all I can say about it. I still do make sketches but this time I usually made it secretly. I am sketching not my professor anymore but the girl few chairs on my right. She was really amazing and she makes my biology class very unforgettable. Every lecture class, I never miss a thing of looking at her secretly, completing my day happily and satisfied. I said to myself she is the girl I have been looking for although I am not sure about it.

          One day, on the same class, on the same position and on the same angle I was upset. Seems the world was looking down on me when I heard the news and it was confirmed that the person next to her was her boyfriend. Ouch! It really hurts me a lot. Well, what can I do about it? I am just nobody for her. She even barely knew that I exist. I like her and she doesn’t like me in return and that’s the truth; truth that sometimes heavy enough for me to carry and unload.

          Days later and school year is almost over. Things were starting to change. I seldom hear from her again. I barely see her in the campus. Days were running so fast and it’s already summer break. Although frustrated… yet I cannot do anything about it. I say to myself “I must move-on” and I guess that is the best thing for me to do.

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