To her, the stars were nothing.
To him, the stars were the promise of his. A promise that was too late to be fulfilled.
Her mind, without her control, restored to the checkpoint in her life, when she took up a decision. A decision that, to her, too fool to be made. A decision that a gorgeous young lady like her shouldn’t made. A bloom of relationship that she never hungered or wanted for.
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She was, in that time, in a very low state in morale. She couldn’t remember how much tears she shed to that guy. He came from a small city, although it is the capital of the biggest state in the country. He was a rich guy. His dad owned the most famous production factories in the land he was born. He dumped her, with reasons that she never mentioned to anyone. She was very hurt that time, to the extent that she ever had the mind to commit suicide. Her heart was broken, again. She didn’t know what else she could do. It was, at that time, the saddest moment of her entire life.
That’s the time when he came in. He was also come from that small yet big city. He confessed to her a month after her break up. She never liked this newcomer. He was poor, he was very childish, but most importantly, he was younger than her, a year, 4 months and 8 days younger, to be precise. However, she, out of the full moon, accepted him during his second confession, mostly due to her soft-hearted characteristic. That was when they first kissed, in the most unimaginable place. She didn’t know why she did so, as far as human know.
That’s how they started a strange journey of love, or maybe the search for true love, together. Although she accepted him, she didn’t really like him. She ever laid in her bed, going through the whole brain and nerves, tracking down even a tiny piece of information, which could give her reason, or reasons, why she should love him. She couldn’t find any, of course.
But God created human with love. After two months together, she fell in love in him, for the very first time. From that point on, she loved him full-heartedly. From that point on, they hung out more often with each other. Nearly all the shopping complex in the busiest city of the country they went to before. Nearly every day they went to the mamak stall to eat their favorite tom yam Mihun and Syrup as their dinner. The relationship between them bonded closer and closer, that they went through a lot of experiences. They went for vacations together, when went to parties together, when went to camps together, they were in the same group, they were in the same class, they were in the same height. People called them the most matched couple in the school. They were the symbol of their study field.
And of course, she was always upset by her friends. They all envied her for having this younger boyfriend. They described him to the maximum, as if he was a supermodel. They envied of the love that the guy gave her. To them, that guy was so good, that “you’ll regret if you break up with him”. She, however, knew all the truth, in her opinion. He wasn’t that good as how my friends described him, she thought. Perhaps they didn’t see how bad he is. Or perhaps it was her misunderstanding. Or perhaps it was something that she couldn’t see in him. He, in the truth, wasn’t that great, for your information. He wasn’t good in studies. He wasn’t good in almost everything. He wasn’t the top the leader, but the lousiest the merely low follower in his gang. He wasn’t that great. All he could do which caught her attention were badminton and double-skip.
My heart was like, dup-dap dup-dap very fast as I watch your match, as I watch
you doing skipping…
It might sounded so simple, but believe me, it was the most memorable praise that he ever got from her. A piece of unforgettable fragment of memories in his heart. He was on top of the moon just by that praise. But little that he knew, that wasn’t strong enough to hold this relationship. He was overconfident of the relationship just because of that praise. The most foolish mistake that a person who should be called a man to do.
She swallowed all the bad of him. She knew a lot of him, I know. She knew that his flowery heart went away not just once to other girls. But she managed to bring him back to her side. Besides, they quarreled very often, not because of big issues, but just some mistakes that he made and dumbness of his attitude. She even concluded that they were a couple who should never talk about studies. It might cause World War III. She swallowed it. He was also so poor in making decisions, in fact every time she must make decisions for him. She swallowed it too. He was too pampering towards her. Too pampered that she couldn’t stand it. She swallowed it, again.
People say, if one has too many inputs but none output, when the time comes, it’s what we call disaster. Indeed, the day came when she couldn’t stand him anymore. The care and love between them that time were slightly lesser too. Maybe it was because of the pressure and tensions of upcoming final exams. Who knows, anyway? She called him. And the timing was so great that during that time he was playing computer games with his friends. He was so stupid too, that he didn’t realize how important that issue was. He told her that he would call her after the game. And so he did. But her heart was already broken, torn into pieces.
She asked for break up.
He of course, couldn’t accept it. She told him, even if they didn’t break up that time, after the exam they also eventually break up, mostly because the feeling was no longer there. The problem was brought over and over again throughout his mind. He surrendered. A fool decision. A decision that he much regretted. But what could he do? He was still like that, childish, useless, hopeless, foolish, and incapable to make decision.
And so they left each other. A year almost passed as the story is brought up again. She is now with another person, a much much betterman. He, on the other hand, still single, left unwanted, as predicted, thanks to Amy, by the ugly looks of his.
The streets were full of people with roses and chocolate in their hands today. Today he saw lots of people hugging and kissing along the streets. Streets today were also extraordinarily full with so many young and gorgeous young ladies. Yet he was the one standing alone there.
He moaned not over the status that he was in; instead standing there he was, in fact, smiling. His necklace closely held in his that tiny palms.
He proclaimed, “You’re my everyday Valentine!”
Vincent
