The Fall

Everything was like an idyllic dream. The sun was setting gracefully, its arms enfolding the earth with her red-orange cape, slowly darkening the horizon. The wind was billowing around her, caressing her like a lover. She knew no fear, only of a curiosity as to what will happen next.

A car screeched in the distance and sped up towards where she was.

“Clara!”

She turned her head to see the love of her life. He was a good man, handsome and kind. She looked on towards the pretty sight of the setting sun and stepped closer to the cliff.

“Please, stop. Don’t go any further.”

Patrick was at a loss. Clara knew that this was the only way to end it. She stayed with him far longer than needed. She faced him and was slightly bothered to find out that he was now only a few paces away.

“I have to do this, Patrick. I have to.”

“No, you don’t. Please come back to me. Please take my hand and come to me.”

She looked at him for the last time and turned around. The wind called her name. She stepped forward and fell.

“NOOOOO!!!”

He ran to the edge and saw that before she could hit the ground, she unfolded her wings and flew back up to the sky where she belonged and beyond the sunset.

He could only fall to his knees and weep as his angel left him without even looking back.

The Accountant

Leo was pissed. Some guy is trying to woo his girlfriend Vicky. Although he’s confident of Vicky’s faithfulness, he is extremely annoyed at the smooth moves this guy is pulling.

He sends Vicky love notes, love letters, chocolates and flowers. Vicky was flattered but wasn’t interested at all. What piqued Vicky is how Leo is handling all of this.

Finally, Leo couldn’t take it anymore. The guy was about to hand Vicky another of his love poems when Leo grabbed him and punched him in the face. The guy fell with a bloody nose and a black-eye. Vicky was surprised and asked her friends to take the guy to the infirmary.

Vicky turned to face Leo and said, “I actually liked his poems, letters and the little things he gave me for no apparent reason. It was sweet and all you did was to punch him senseless.”

With that, she left him. Leo was now confused. What does she want?

After several days of not seeing each other since Vicky was obviously being unreasonably mad at him for reasons unknown, Leo decided to imitate the previous guy’s tactics. Since he can’t afford the flowers and chocolates since it’s not included in his budget, he decided that a love letter will do, for now.

My Sweetheart,

I write to you in all humility. I am your love slave…I will do anything for you…

That was awful. Leo crumpled that letter and started writing another one.

My Dearest Vicky,

You are the reason for my very being. You are the angel in my life. I live and breathe for you…

Crap. It was not working. Le looked through love poems, love letters and other romantic materials he can get inspiration but it was not working. He was just not cut out to be romantic that way. He was an accountant and everything else made sense to him as long as he can balance the account given to him.

After several hours, this is what he wrote:

My Darling Vicky,

When I met you, you gave me something special. I invested that in the bank of my heart. At 25% interest, compounded daily, my love for you grew at such alarming speed. You might wonder why 25%. Out of 100% of the principal amount, 25% I allocated for God. He brought us together and He will always be part of our relationship. The other 25% is set aside for our future family. The other 25% is for our individual needs. Our personal growth, dreams and ambitions for ourselves. The remaining 25% is our love for each other.

I make withdrawals for times we quarrel or argue which means to cover for those unexpected drawing from the account, I specified a 25% interest rate. This is not withstanding that after we kiss and make up; I also gain more than what I lost. Thus, I placed those in a time deposit account, still in the bank of my heart.

Every month, I audit my love account and I am happy to learn that my return of investment has more than surpassed my forecast.

Finally, I would like to convert this into a joint account and I hope you will think of this as a lucrative investment that will make us both set for life.

Love, Leo

Vicky soon married Leo. They had two daughters and three grandsons.

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

She was waiting outside her house. She was fidgeting and kept on looking at the corner of the street. He will be arriving soon, she said to herself. She allowed herself a nervous smile as she stared at her feet in black slippers. The crunch of gravel made her look up and she saw a cab approaching. She can make out a silhouette in the front seat and she knew that it was him.

He saw her at a distance and he noticed that his hands started to tremble slightly. He knew she could be pissed coz he told her that he would arrive around 4pm but it was already 4:30pm. He paid the cab driver and said a little prayer as he got out from the cab. He hoped she would like his gift.

She took one look at him and turned around so she would not be facing him. He looked so good in his light blue polo shirt, jeans and sneakers. She felt the urge to run away and it took all her willpower just to stay put.

“So now, you won’t look at me? Is this how it’s gonna be?” he said.

She smiled at his quip and turned to face him. He stood there with a smirk of glee and a bouquet of roses. He went towards her, gave her a peck on the cheek and embraced her.

“Wow.” She could not contain her happiness as she received the roses.

“I had to go down to the city to buy them, that’s why I took so long in coming here.” he explained. She was no longer listening coz when he held her hand, she was already floating.

The First Kiss

“Come here, Baby. I want to hug you.”

He opened his arms and she jumped into them. The sensation of being in each other’s arms for the first time was unforgettable. It was a smooth and silky feeling. It was warm and makes you want to snuggle some more, which she did. After a few hugs that made them laugh because she gives really strong hugs, she laid her head on his chest and heard his heart beat. He tenderly stroked her hair and gently allowed his fingers to trace her temple, then her cheekbone, her jaw and naturally, she tilted her face to face him and saw him looking at her with such naked desire.

She was drawn to his stare and as she inched nearer to him, his lips captured hers and then the world faded away.

It was a tender kiss, at first. Soft and shy. She felt her soul quiver. Never had such a kiss took her to another level of delight and passion. It was perfect. He kissed her with all his heart. The need to devour those lips that completes the smile in his days and his nights while they were apart was overwhelming. He tried to control himself, not wanting to scare her by making their kiss more intense.

It was inevitable. Her own passion was apparent in every stroke of her hand that kneaded his head, grazed his neck and caressed his chest. She broke the kiss and looked at him. He looked into her eyes and drew her closer to him, bringing his lips closer to hers again.

They were on their way to heaven and bliss.

Patience is waiting calmly

Be still and be patient.

I’m not exactly a patient person. If I’m not mistaken, I already confessed this more than once in my blog. However, I try.

It’s a struggle.

Since my last visit to the DepEd office last week, I haven’t received the text message from them, informing me that a school is now ready to take me in. I was informed to simply prepare my requirements but there were no clear instructions as to when I’m supposed to submit them and all that.

Ugh.

Patience is a virtue.

I already looked up the telephone number of the division office but it was not listed on the phonebook. The numbers online were disconnected. I am really worried and scared.

I have decided to simply pray today and wait. Calmly.

But I’m panicking. I am so panicking.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I will pray now and try to be calm. Try to be patient.

Passing Through

The air was crisp and the sun was shining bright. Today is a good day for a drive. I hurriedly grabbed my bag and keys to my old red Honda car. It was one of those hatchback models they released in 2000 and it was perfect for my small stature.

I started driving on the main road with no particular destination in mind. I just wanted to get out of my apartment and savor the nice weather outside. James Morrison’s soothing voice crooned as I cruised…

“You give me something

That makes me scared alright

This could be nothing

But I’m willing to give it a try…”

I turned right to drive past my office. Even the building itself looked peaceful and serene, unlike most days where there hustle and bustle of the city seemed reflected on its walls.

I changed gears and started to drive a steep hill. It was a side street that would eventually lead to the highway. I slowed a bit as the leaves of the calachuchi waved at me. Right along the sidewalk, the branches stretch out to give shade for pedestrians.

“This one’s mine!” she gleefully shouted as she jumped on a dried leaf. The loud crunch of the leaf could be heard amidst the din of the nearby highway.

“This one is much better!” he jumped on another leaf a few steps away from where she landed. Another loud crunch.

They both laughed at their idiotic game of crunching dried leaves that fell from the calachuchi plant that hovered above them. This was their ritual every time they get to walk to and from the office.

They both saw a bunch gathered before them at the same time. They ran towards it and then stopped before the small pile. He looked at her and held out his hand. She smiled in understanding and placed her hand in his.

They jumped in unison and as they stayed that way for a while, she thought to herself, it was wonderful to be alive and in love.

A honk behind me made me realize that I stopped in the middle of the road. I came to myself and drove on towards the highway with James Morrison still singing…

“Well I can’t explain why it’s not enough,

Cause I gave it all to you.

And if you leave me now, oh just leave me now.

It’s the better thing to do.

It’s time to surrender,

It’s been to long pretending.

There’s no use in trying,

When the pieces don’t fit anymore,

Pieces don’t fit here anymore…”

Suicide Note

I walked to her grave and though it has been months since I last visited, it all looked like it was before. I placed the red roses she loved beside her tombstone. I looked around if there was anyone else near the vicinity. There was no one.

I knelt down and started removing the fallen leaves that fell on her final resting place. I sat down after a bit and decided to just tell her what happened.

“Hi. I just dropped by to visit you. I know it has been a while. I hope you’re not sad about that. For the last six months or so, many things have happened.”

I took a deep breath and readied my handkerchief. This was the hardest part. The crying part.

“I…miss you. I tried to call so many times but I was too scared of your anger. I know I disobeyed you and I shouldn’t have done that. Now, I see the error of my ways. But of course, it’s too late.”

My tears started to fall…on the grass, on my t-shirt. I knew my nose was red.

“When you told me that leaving home meant giving up on us, I didn’t believe you. I was too full of myself. I was arrogant, conceited and reckless. All that blinded me of the real treasure… of us being together.”

I took out the letter she wrote me three months ago. It was now tear-stained and nearly torn. I read it so many times.

“The best times of my life were with you. You nurtured me and saw me through all the rough times. You were always there for me but in the end, I wasn’t there for you. I knew you died of that fact and I am so sorry.”

I knelt down and wept. I wanted to crawl into her grave and just be beside her.

“Nothing I do can change the truth. I can only try to make it better. I hope, in time, you will forgive me…”

I took out the gun I bought earlier and shot myself.

Nothing was forgotten. Nothing was forgiven.