First Love (by SkittleFlavoredPoison)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
'First Love' is all about that special moment when you meet your first love and then find out too late that you had fallen for a stranger. It tells about how fate has strange ways of teaching us how to love and that that with love also comes the chance of heartbreak.

Submitted: June 01, 2010

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Submitted: June 01, 2010



It was a cold Tuesday night and it was drizzling a bit. The chilly wind made my flesh erupt into goose bumps. Shivering, I rode on the almost deserted MRT. There were only a few people on the usually crowded public transportation. There was an old woman, a mother and a child, a guy, two women, and a couple.

I had just come from my school after doing a very important group project. Being the nerd and the leader, I had no choice but to work harder than everyone else. It’s not like I don’t want to work but sometimes it is pretty exhausting to work all by yourself just because you are the only one who cares about your grades. Sometimes I do regret being a nerd…one reason would be that because of my nerdish attitude, guys tend to look past me. That’s why at 18 years old I have had 0 serious relationships, 0 flings, 0 boyfriends. Not that I care, it’s just that my friends and classmates do tease me a lot because of my NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) status. It’s annoying. And what’s even more annoying is when they themselves set me up on a date with someone whom I don’t even have the slightest interest. They’ve tried setting me up with a fellow nerd: no chance, we were big rivals when it comes to grades, with a varsity player: no way, basketball definitely confuses me, with a normal guy: he just wasn’t interesting. So, eventually they gave up, though sometimes a few blind dates do spring out of the blue. I manage to dodge some and some I can’t. But telling all of that in detail will be wasting time, so let’s fast forward to the present.

While lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that the guy in front was already sitting beside me now. I finally look at him.

He looked alright, nothing remarkable or worth noticing. He was simply dressed and had black hair and black eyes, normal Filipino features. But when he smiled something inside me awakened and I could do nothing else but stare back. I was completely stunned.

Not to be discouraged easily, he said. “Hi, it’s a cold night isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” I managed to utter softly.

“I’m Gab.” He said as he held out his hand.

I shook it timidly and said. “I’m Alice.”

“Oh, so that explains it.” He said.

“Explains what?” I asked.

“Why you didn’t notice me…you were visiting Wonderland.” He said.

Frankly, it was corny, but coming from such a stranger made it seem funnier than it actually was, he had something that I could never explain. Maybe it was charisma? Nah, something stronger than that. Anyways, being oh-so-cautious I just cracked a wry grin. As usual, he didn’t care and smiled at me again with that same…strangely pleasant smile.

“You don’t really like to smile, huh?” He said. “You know, smiling is good to the health, it makes you look younger. So smile, Miss Alice-in-Wonderland.”

“I’m sorry, I guess it’s just that my parents definitely bore into me the lesson: do not talk to strangers.” I replied.

“Well, my name is Gab, so I’m no stranger to you, right?” He said confidently.

“Hmm…you do have a point.” I replied, finally cracking a real smile.

“Wow, now that’s a smile.” He said, happily.

The rest of the minutes went by and I didn’t notice that we had already arrived until Gab told me. It was fun talking to him and quite strange that I could talk to a boy I didn’t know so smoothly. We went out of the MRT and went our separate ways.

I was still thinking about Gab’s smile when I started to cross the street. Then, a hand suddenly grabbed me. I cursed myself for going home so late. What should I do? What should I do?

“Be careful when crossing will you?” A familiar voice said.

I turned around and saw Gab. I sighed in relief, thank goodness.

“What? You look like you saw a vampire.” He said. “Scared you, didn’t I?”

“You have no idea.” I replied as we crossed the street together.

“Sorry, I forgot that I need to go to my Tita first, which is conveniently in your direction.” He smiled.

“Oh.” That was all I could say as we rode on the jeep.

In the jeep we talked and talked a lot and time swiftly flew by again. Why does it rush when you’re enjoying yourself?

I got off the jeep and said goodbye.

“Take care of yourself. Don’t go to Wonderland too much, Alice.” He waved.

I waved back as the jeep moved away. I was still waving when I realized something…I didn’t get Gab’s number.

For many days I wandered aimlessly, not knowing what was happening to me or to my surroundings. All I could see was pink fluff and Gab’s smile. My friends couldn’t understand me and kept pestering me about what was wrong, but all I would give them was a shrug. I couldn’t understand myself either. Every time I rode on the MRT or a jeep I would look for Gab, but no such luck. What was happening to me?

But then one day, my best friend, came up with the answer.

“You’re in love.” She simply said. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Hmm?” I replied. “Love? Did I just hear you correctly?”

“Yes. That’s the only explanation for your strange behavior. So, who is he?” She asked.

“Umm…some guy named Gab that I met while riding the MRT.” I replied.

“Have you called him yet?” She said as she seated herself beside me.

“I…I didn’t get his number.” I replied absentmindedly.

“What?” Best friend slammed her foot down. “How could you neglect something as crucial as that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I really didn’t know, all I had were speculations, theories. I guess it was because I had so much fun talking to him that I generally forgot everything. If this is love, then, it was alright. I expected that love would be difficult and would be full of sorrow. That’s why I never really had a relationship with a boy at all. Well, I guess I’ll stay in love.

“Then, you’ll never see him again.” My best friend said and she patted me softly on the back. “You must give up.”

With these words, all the pink fluff I used to see disappeared. Reality broke in through the thick smog of first love and shattered my illusions. She was right. And it was quite pathetic that my first love was someone who I could never have a chance with, I couldn’t even do anything about it because I fell in love with some stranger I just met on a public transportation. All the lightness I felt that last few days had vanished and was replaced with a slight tightness in the chest. So this is what heartbreak is like. It hurt, alright, like getting stabbed in the heart a million times.

Years went by and my first and unrequited love remained and yet I have learned to live like I used to before. The pain has lessened and I have learned to accept that God and Fate has another plan for me. I ponder this while riding the MRT and I know that by self-inspection that I was okay though I still had a few symptoms of heartbreak. I have already accepted that what’s meant to be was meant to be, if not then there’s someone or something better for you.

“Straying off to Wonderland again, Alice?”

I looked up and smiled.

I have been waiting for you. Where have you been?


err...btw the setting is in the Philippines so, you guys may not be familiar with the MRT or a the typical Filipino jeep...

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