He was a random guy I asked for directions. He said this was the right place. He was a bit disoriented after probably hours of waiting for auditionees to come. He showed me the way. After the auditions, I left the theater.
A few weeks later, I passed the auditions and came to the workshops. He was one of the trainers. His black lightly curly hair was a big mess. His aura shrouded with something curious. He was a bit short. He wore a pink shirt and shorts like he lived there. His voice was a bit high-pitched than I expected it to be.
He was one of the few that stood out among the many people. His smile said something different from the rest.
I saw him often, almost everyday since. He was so animated whenever he had the chance to be. He was always singing songs out of a musical very few people (who are into those apparently famous musicals) know. He kept trying on those high notes and didn't give a damn of the people listening.
He caught us having dinner one time. Told us to go home. Instead, he was dragged into a chat. Then that became a thing. Every night, we would have dinner in many different places, as the adventurous freshies that we are, and he would always find us as the very experienced senior that he is. Every after workshop, he would join us. Sometimes to eat, sometimes just to chat. And every after dinner, he would look after and make sure we would go home. Every last one of us.
And I was always the last one.
He would tell many kinds of stories. About theater, about politics, about his life. They were more of rants than actual storytelling. And I was always there to listen. And since I was the last to go home, I got to hear them all. He was a very talkative person. And being the reserved person that I am, I just sat down and listened.
Until one day, he had nothing new to talk about. His attention turned to me.
Late nights talks at convenient stores; impulsive trips to far away places with barely enough money; question and anwer sessions about each other under the dark sky in a city park; long chats over the phone and a series of clingy platonic hugs.
It all went by so fast.
In denial, I said to myself "what is happening?". I kept telling myself I have no idea what was going on even if its happening right in front of my eyes. "Why him?" I battered with myself. "Am I really..?" I asked myself, still rejecting the idea of having a crush as if it was impossible.
He was sweet, and funny, and was wild and brainy. A time with his company is as animated as he is. For me, he was still a mystery to solve even if he talks like an open book. He saw things in me that I myself deny they exist. (Intelligence and Beauty). He says his very sharp on people who has feelings for someone, but was still a little dim because I was right under his nose and he never figured out that I liked him. He said he would never hold hands with just anybody, but the first time he held mine was like a reflex.
He said "I love you". He said he was sure. He told me those 3 words everytime he had the chance to.
A month later, I said "I love you too".
That was 19 months ago.
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Happy Monthsary!
Sincerely,
Your smol bean.