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[Short Story based on Wattpad story by alyloony]
[Photo got randomly on Google images]
[2016 Content. Wrote this when I was sixteen]
They say that, āA wish will be granted on the ninth day if you count nine stars in nine nights.ā
Only desperate people would believe in that saying, and she was one of them. Thereās no harm in trying, thatās why she tried. She had a wish and she was desperately in love. Being with that person was her one and only desire.
She was a writer and a clumsy student wearing glasses. One dusky night, she was trying to make a new story for a future book sheās dreaming of. Unfortunately, hours passed and still no ideas pop into her mind. She unconsciously looked out her window and saw a man looking at the twinkling night sky through his balcony. It was amusingly a beautiful scene. The dusky night matched the small glimpse of sadness present in the manās eyes and the stars lighted the whole scene, making it glow. She was fascinated and finally thought of an idea for her book. That night she canāt stop thinking about him and gained infatuation. Before she went to sleep, she drew a big sparkling star on the cover of the book that reminded her of the scenery.
At school, she awkwardly stumbled at the hall causing all her papers to land on the floor. Then, a man helped her, it was the man she saw that night. Stunned, she stared at him for awhile without noticing that he was already reading her draft for the book. āThis is nice, did you write it?ā he said while handing the papers to her. She nodded and smiled. āI would like to help you continue your story, Can we meet at the playground after class?,ā he said with a smile then waved. The girl still shocked, never thought they would meet and even meet again later at the playground.
As she went to the playground, he was already there waiting for her. He approached her and smiled. The girl, never knowing it was the start of a genuine friendship and the deepening of her feelings. They talked all day, shared jokes and stories about themselves. He helped her with the story. And as the moon rises, they parted and said goodbyes. While walking, both of them had a smile on their face. That night, the first nine stars were counted.
The next day, āOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine,ā she counted, sitting on the swing. āWhat were you counting?ā he said as he comes and takes the swing next to her.
āNothing, just admiring the stars,ā she said.
āOh. About your book, itās a very nice story, like Romeo and Juliet. You know, my grandma once told me that I looked like that charming Romeo,ā he joked.
āOh, really? I guess your grandmaās good at lying,ā she said as they both burst laughing.
āWell, you canāt be Romeo without a Juliet. Do you even have one? I bet none,ā she sounded challenging and teasing.
āOh, how can you be sure that I donāt have a Juliet?ā he said playfully while smirking.
āThen tell me who is she, Mr. Montague,ā she said in a humorous tone but you can predict that sheās nervous on what he will answer. What will happen to her if he already had someone? She would definitely break.
He stood up, went behind her and whispered, āItās a secret.ā Then quickly, he pushed her swing making her gasp and astonished. Then both of them laughed and chuckled all the night.
The third day approached and at school, the girl was good at playing badminton, she played with some of her girls. As they were playing, he passed at the gym and saw her. He smiled and waved. It made her day. That night, she got a message from him saying that he doesnāt want to sleep yet, so theyāve chatted for hours. And of course, she didnāt forget counting nine stars.
The next day, everything seemed to be going right. They meet at breaks, have lunch together. They seemed to have a perfect friendship. The boy didnāt run out of stories to tell and the girl seemed to be enjoying his company. That day, at the playground, they tried to finish the book, decided its dramatic ending that will touch the readerās heart. As they were discussing, the girl secretly counted nine stars in the sky. She felt excited about her wish. She wanted to be with him until the end. She wanted her feelings to be answered back. She counted on high hopes. As she meet his eyes, both of them smiled widely, as if the whole world disappeared and it was only them.
It was the fifth day and girl seemed to be burning up with confidence that her wish might be granted soon. That day at school, the boy approached her and said that he wanted to talk on something important. That he was shy to tell it to her and they should meet at the same place, tomorrow. She was getting nervous because the boy kept reminding her about it. Her heart was racing and there was only one thing she could think of, āWill he confess?ā. She left her classroom, unknowing that she left her book and dropped it in the floor. The book sheād been writing with him. She was so excited for tomorrow. That night, full of high hopes, she counted nine stars again.
The next afternoon, the day sheās been waiting all night. Jovially hopping along the road, she reached the playground. He was already there, hands in his pockets feeling nervous. Her heart skipped a beat as they face each other.
āWhat is it, that you wanted to tell me?ā she asked with a feeling of excitement and nervousness.
āHow to start this, thereās someone I like,ā he said while rubbing the back of his head.
āAnd?ā her heart was racing with mixed emotions like fear and excitement. Because this time, she knew what he was going to say. Maybe her wish will really be granted earlier than expected.
āI would like to court Abigail. Can you help me?ā That exact moment, she fell apart, torn into pieces and completely devastated. She managed not to cry in front of him. But when they waved goodbyes, her fragile eyes broke into tears as she tried to mend her broken heart. The person he likes already had someone, and worst, she was a friend of hers. He needed help from her and helping him means sacrificing her feelings. She walked home, crying, but still, she counted nine stars. Still hoping and still waiting for the ninth night.
It was the seventh day, she had nothing to do but cry silently in her room. Thinking what she should do and what to decide. Will she help him? Then, sacrifice her happiness for oneās happiness. Should she stop counting nine stars every night? She didnāt know.
The boyās plan was to invite Abigail in the coming ball this Valentineās day and confess. And he needed tips and help from the girl. Thinking that Abigail was a close friend to her and he was also close to her, so he was confident that she would help. The girl decided to give what the boy wants. Helplessly, she stared at the night sky and counted nine stars again with her tears falling down her cheek. As her chance to be with the boy faded.
Eight day, one more night she said to herself. This time she was at school, prepared to invite Abigail and pursue her to go to the ball. While talking to her, she wished that she would decline but fortunately and unfortunately, she gladly accepted. The boy knowing this, was very much happy, he even hugged and thanked her a lot. And there she was, faking a smile. There was nothing else to do but to rely on her wish. āā¦six, seven, eight, nine, only one night left,ā she whispered. One night left to make a wish, her wish that might change.
Valentineās day came and so is the ninth night. It was the night everyone was waiting for. It was also the night wherein something will be destroyed and created. A goodbye and a hello with both be born this night.
Nervously, she got out of the car and went to the ball. She was dressed elegantly and simple. When she reached the venue, her heart started to go wild. She pushed the door and saw everything. He stood there, wearing a nice suit, handing out a bouquet of roses to her friend, Abigail. Shocked, she gladly accepts the flowers and they slowly danced through the night. The boy was happy, you could see it in his eyes and the old glimpse of sadness already disappeared. But the girl, was greatly ruined. She walked out and turned her back, thinking that she should be happy for her friends, ācause in the first place she was the one who assumed. Tears fell in to her face.
It was the last night to count stars and the night her wish will be heard. āDear nine stars, my friend found his happiness today. I should be happy, but Iām not and worst of all, my book is still missing,ā she said to thin air while feeling the sadness sink in. āI wish the person meant for me would come,ā she wished helplessly and completely doubt the stars. She didnāt believe anymore but still counted anyway.
āOne, two, three, four, five..,ā as she hopelessly started counting above the cloudy night sky. āSix, seven, eight..ā The last star to be counted was missing. āWhy is it so cloudy today? I canāt find the ninth star, maybe fate really hates me,ā she said to herself as tears started to cloud her sight. She was looking back and forth at the night sky, finding the last star. As she was circling through the pathway, she stumbled upon a rock and bumped a person who held her tight. āAre you okay?,ā he asked. He had beautiful brown eyes. She was about to answer but to her surprise, he boy was holding her long lost book. And, at the cover of her book, a big shining star lies. The boy noticed her familiarity to the book and while pointing at the star, he asked, āDo you know whoās the author of this book? Iām looking for her for days.ā
Stunned, she canāt move an inch. As the last teardrop fell on her face, she whispered, āNine.ā
To the love that happened but didnāt aligned, To the love i reciprocated late, To the love i thought will love me until i loved him, To my old best friend,
Itās been awhile.Ā
Itās been awhile since the hurt game between us.Ā
You loved me, but sorry if I loved you back too late... Sorry If I thought your love was gonna last, but I guess it was so fragile. It ended the moment I rejected your heart.
You were fragile. Sorry for breaking you.
I apologize for coming back after that breaking. I apologize for loving you at that time for I realized it late.. That it was you who I actually adored for so long. Pardon me if Iām this dense and insensitive about my own feelings. I know nothing of love. I know nothing of being loved, but I was certain that I did loved people. I did loved you.
I did loved you more than a friend. Our teacher once told us, you know itās love when you already get a picture of the both of you in the future, when you an imagine a future with that person. I did had a vision of us, happily ending together in the future. You may not be the most handsome of all the boys Iāve loved before, nor as tall as them all, but I pictured myself genuinely happy. I was happy. I could be happy with you. And that is what mattered to me.
But at that moment, I was so sure.. That moment when I was ready to fall with you in the unknown depths of love, you told me you didnāt love me anymore.Ā
With all courage and finally taking the risk, confessing to you, āI like you, I do! and Iāve never been this sure.ā And your heartbreaking reply was,Ā āBut...Iāve already moved on.ā
That was actually my first confession, first to someone ever. I thought,Ā āfinally Iām taking this risky jump,ā I thought you were worth it for my first jump, but you didnāt catch me. You were not there waiting for me to fall. But I guess, we both did fell in love with each other, but at different times.
We both jumped to the pit alone, and consequently, we both broke into pieces.
Please, tell you family that I loved them. Tell your mom, I adored her warmth. Tell you dad, I adored his strength. Tell your favorite auntie, that I loved her kindness. I really do love them, as much I did loved you. Until now, they keep messaging me more than you, inviting me still to your gatherings. I wanted to come however, if youāre not ready to face me, who am I to barge in. I know I was always welcomed to your home, but if it wonāt be you whoāll welcome me at the front door, I wonāt go. To tell you the truth, Iām just protecting you. I donāt want you to be inlove with me the second time around. I donāt want you to have that burden of loving me once again. Itās going to be fine if, Iāll be the one whoās going to love you again, because i know I can manage the pain. But I know you, you will surely wait.. so please donāt. Donāt wait for me now... because Iām not waiting for you anymore.Ā
I want you to be happy and I want you to accept a love greater than the one you rejected in mine. You were actually my third heartbreak. The first was a kid-in-love-kind. The second was from a best friend who left me, while you, the experience with you was a mixture of both. It was the most painful of them all, a friend and a lover leaving you. I wish the next one for me wonāt be a heartbreaking heartbreak but a heart-forming one. Like they said, āThirdās time the charm right?ā
Now, I know we are both happy on our different paths. I know there is still no one in your heart right now, but I want to tell you that I want you to find that someone who will hold your heart and jump with you on that love pit. Find that someone whom you are willing to wait for, someone whoās going to be worth of all your efforts. The one worth taking the risk for.Ā
Find someone you are willing to be brave for.
and when you do, tell me, find me. Iāll always be here a friend to support.
Love, Sea.
Dear no one,
I like being independent. I love spending time with myself. I hate investing on things that doesn't last. My most priority is my family.. Until the end.
Yet, sometimes I long for company. Sometimes, I imagine how things would be so wonderful to have a soulmate. To have someone who'll know every You, and still love You. Still accept you and loves to unravel the mysteries of your soul. Shows you his love in his own simple unique loving ways
Someone to share the simple things. The simple touch. The simple smiles and sparks.
Someone to share the little things.
Everything doesn't have to be grand because anywhere would feel right to be with you. Someone to tell you, "You are more than worth it. I don't deserve you."
The one who finds joy and privilege by having you in life, even by getting his heart broken by you.
I'm longing for that type of love. A love that is not fragile. That some type of love like our great great great grandparents had. We change but our love doesn't.
Even better. Golden. Classic. Unending. Kind. Patient. Can grow tired but stays. Always stays until the end.
Meeting that person specifically molded by time for you to meet, for you to have and hold, love forever.
That love that defeats all lovers' love. That love that surpasses all man's affection.
Love of a lover given for you by God.
Every season, You.
But, I'm truly done looking for a future someone.
There was one day, I was young. I was on the road home. It suddenly rained lightly.
Not out of bitterness, but I've always told God that I'm okay of whatever plans He has for me. Even with Singlehood.
But you will be the only exception.
I don't know why but I felt melacholic. Downcast. For no reason at all. Drops of water on my hand, a thought came to mind. It was the day I told myself not to look for love because it felt that The One is dead.
I didn't know why I had that thought, maybe it was just me to escape reality. It was me convincing myself that I can be independent and strong.
It was me comforting myself with the idea of no one can truly love me for who I am. It was convincing myself that I don't need love from others and confine myself to their low standards just to make them stay. Just to make them love me.
No. I'm not going to chase people again. I'm not going to run after love. Because love is not something to be chased. It is genuinely given.
But if you're out there. If you could even reach this letter. If you're out there..
This is my love poem. This is your love song.
Know that I'm saving all of what I can for you. I already have a lot of things prepared to do with you.
Dates under the showering stars. Sending letters with unedning metaphors of what we feel. Kisses on cheeks under the moonlight. Singing songs of wonder under ocean of clouds. Running after each other at sunset beaches. Flying all around to catch a sight of the colors of the wind. Travelling on each country, recreating our love story.
Icecream dates and silent moments under shades of trees and on beds of flowers. Dancing on parking lots after the summer rain. Whispers of love and hugs under the falling leaves at fall. Snow angels and snowball fights with you on winter. Capturing every moment. Singing at every page. Worshiping at every season.
How are you? How I wish you're not inlove with someone else. How I hope, you're not falling for another pair of eyes, giving all your love, giving all your effort to be noticed How I wish to have all your 'firsts'. First love, first hug, arm on the shoulder, first hands to hold and wonder how every part fits together, first dates, first dance, first kiss, first heartbreak. I pray that you're not being hurt so much by other's love. I pray that you're taking good care of yourself. Please don't be inlove with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. For I already am waiting.
If you're out there. I'm doing my best to be the best version of myself when I meet you. I'm saving that "yes" especially for you in every question of "Do you want to be my girl?" and I know you have a better line than this. You know why? I was always comfortable the way it was. Distance. I'd sworn that I'm content with my own because none of a fragile love is worth the risk.
You have a better and greater unique way of winning my heart.
I pray that we'll meet soon.
You're going to be that person who knows me so well, even better than what I know of me. I'm here ready to love you dearly.
I know it will be you when even I take a step back, fate leads me two steps closer to you. And God will assure me and you that it is us, together, who will take steps further in pursuing him.
That day will be the day our eyes will meet and our soul will just long for each other. That day will be the day, you'll be so inlove with my eyes and on what lies deep within it.
And I know it will be enchanting to meet you. That night will be sparkling, the first of our page. Don't you let it go.
May our stars align one day.
I know they will.
God is creating a miracle out of me.
God is creating a micracle out of me.
No more doubts. No more distractions. No more condemnation. No more discouragement.
No more limitations
God is creating a miracle out of me.
Faith is my weapon. Faith will keep me going. My feet may fail, my heart may wonder but He already traced my path.
Only faith will lead me there.
To Him
Aleph
Last night, a friend told me a little about being passionate about something.Ā
Eventually his story led into the conclusion that, He did not know what his passion is. I told him, I felt the same way. I wanted to know and Iāve been looking for that one thing that I can be passionate about. Articles and quotes would tell us that itās that one driving force that keeps you going no matter how hard. Something you enjoy and find joy about doing. Something you can share that reflects your soul.
Sometimes, we feel like we know ourselves but there are a lot of things that we havenāt yetĀ discovered about our own identity.Ā
When I was younger I used to metaphorize myself as a mystery, waiting to be solved. I thought I was the one creating the puzzle but it turns out I was the one solving myself. Sipping my hot chocolate this morning, I realized that there is this one thing Iām always looking for since then.Ā
Iāve always wanted the truth. It was something that Iāve always sought. Iāve sworn to my younger self to know the truth about this world before I die. Not the truth that this society had established, but the truth beyond all things. Not the truth of science or how the world was made by a theory validated by the minds of humans, but the truth about everything, the truth about feelings, faith beyond science, truth about the soul & mind, about time, the truth about life. Itās one thing I seek and still dying to know.
The real truth.
... because what are the odds that maybe we are all sleeping right now and this world is just part of a simulation, a dream?
Look again.
it's a double rainbow.
Double Rainbows have always been rare. Anywhere. But even as a child, I can say that I really am a magnet of double rainbows. I'm that kid who always stays at home. But everytime I went out of the house and stare at the sky, I always get to witness the double rainbow set on that specific day. Not everyday, but each day it appears, my eyes lift to the clouds and I get to see it marvelously.
And the cute thing is that, you don't see the second rainbow at first sight. You can only perceive it after locating the arc of the first one. Thus, everytime I get to see the second one, I'm amazed twice like a person being shocked twice by the same ghost.
And yet.... Today that double rainbow appeared on my everyday horizon and I didn't had the chance to witness it. This is the first time this happened in my perfect record of "Always-Seeing&Appreciating-Double Rainbow Award-Even-When-Others-Think-Its-Only-A-Single-Rainbow"
Amidst the sadness of losing the record, I found a reminder when I saw this picture.
Beauty can be reflected twice and still not be seen. One raindrop can create a rainbow and another, that can be seen or not be seen.
That even the smallest effort I pour out in my works, can create a wonderful rainbow. It doesn't matter if it will be appreciated or not, for it already happen and I should appreciate that.
Most importantly, what spoke to me was this:
God is working, even when I don't see.
He still creates double rainbows for me, even if I missed the sight to see the wonder.
He already made it happen.
And I know, He will continue to create double rainbows that will be witnessed by my eyes even at those places I least expect.
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For even the clouds spread out of shyness at the wonder of the rainbows made by a single drop of rain.
Lord, i may not understand everything
but it's still you whom i trust
You, who holds my trust