FIRST SIGHT

Edward Cullen seemed so perfect – well, not until my prince came.

I remember those days when i used to come to class, my shirt and baggy pants on, my hair a mess, eyes deep and red, books in hand. I didn’t notice everyone around me. I didn’t care. I wanted to sit in front just so I can focus only on my professor. I was absorbed with the other things in life except making friends with strangers.

Then, I frequently heard his name. He had a weird surname. It was all I could remember when our professor decided to dissolve our section. I panicked because I didn’t know any of my classmates. All I could remember was him being on the same new class as mine. And so I came to the class that Monday. I waited for our professor to call his name. When his name was finally called, I was relieved. I knew I was in the right class. But I didn’t know his face.

It saddened me that it took me months before I noticed that silent guy coming into class with his two friends. I was late which forced me to sit in the second to the last row. And then I noticed him. He was neat, silent, prim and proper; everything I was not. That day, I sat beside them. We shared our assignments. We even went out together after our class to photocopy the assignments. My gay friend noticed him and admitted to me he had a crush on the guy. And then I realized, “yeah, he’s cute.” I noticed his face. He has this really nice long nose (I think I have this weakness for nicely carved noses). It was already January when I finally realized I was having a crush on him.

Needless to say, i started doing my self up, fixing my hair, and wearing descent clothes. I started coming to class with a wider smile. And then he and his group would share books and notes with me. I was really happy. I was getting tired coming to class by the way but since the day i laid eyes on him, i couldn’t help but be enthusiastic about the class.

The sad part was when i have to go on a week-long fieldtrip. It meant i’d be absent in two meetings. I missed him badly. The worst was when i came back, I looked like hell. I was really dark and haggard-looking from our island trip. Anyway, when i came back, i immediately asked for updates from him. He was really nice. Thank God i didn’t scare him.

There was one meeting when we sat beside each other, only me and him at the corner of the classroom. We were both late so we had to sit at the vacant seats at the back. I was happy knowing i’ll be beside him, alone, without his friends for one and a half hour. The topics for that day were about laws and how they should be straightforward. Our professor (one of my favourites) joked about how a love letter should be straightforward as well. He said it should only contain yes or no. We laughed at everything he said. It was fun because the topic was all about love and i imagined him giving love letters to me. I was happy chatting with him, only the two of us. My heart was throbbing the whole period.

I was really, terribly sad when the semester finally ended. We had our final exams. During those times, i didn’t miss the chance of talking to him about our lessons. I was savouring each moment. But after that, we became strangers again. There was nothing that could keep us together anymore.

But life has always been so playful and ironic! I have been experiencing incredible twist and turns. A year later, we’re getting there – into bliss called love.