It was after our math class when one of my friends approached me, "I heard Cindy admires you." Garry said.
"Huh? What are you saying there?" I replied.
"It's true Anton; I was able to overhear their conversation earlier at the food court that Cindy thinks that you're cute. You're a hell one lucky guy bro, Cindy is one of the prettiest girls in our campus, and I am envious of you."
I just laughed.
Later that night, I visited the profile page of Cindy Manalo on a social media website. Her profile picture entranced me, her tantalizing eyes and straight long silk hair. At first I hesitated to email her but I steadied myself and filled up my body with courage, I sent "Hi". After eight minutes, I received a reply.
"Hello Anton" Cindy said.
"You're pretty" I replied.
"I'm shocked with what you've said haha but thank you"
"I hope we can be friends"
"Sure, why not?"
Cindy and I became close and almost every day, we were together. In school, we ate our meals together, after class we met just to talk about what happened in our classes and I was always accompanying her in her way home. We were like that in 4 months and by then; I could tell that I had fallen for her. One night I phoned her.
"Hi Cindy" I said
"Hello Anton" She replied
"Can we meet up tomorrow? At our favourite restaurant"
"Sure"
"I'll be there 11 in the morning"
"Okay Anton"
The next morning, 11:30 am, we were spoiling ourselves with our favourite chicken Buffalo wings and cookies n cream frappe when I started to say what I really wanted to say.
"Cindy, I'll admit it now, I like you and I think I love you already" I said to her.
She was not able to say anything for a moment because of shock, but I saw her cheeks turned red and her eyes avoided my gaze because of embarrassment.
"You know, it's okay if you don't feel the same way that I do Cindy" I said
"No, I love you too" she replied, her face was swollen red.
"So, can I call you my girlfriend?"
"Yes"
And that day, I was the happiest man alive.
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A Poet's Tragic Love
General FictionAnton loves to write poems for his loved ones but one day, a person whose dearest to him suddenly died and made him lose his motivation to be a poet. Will he ever find a reason to write again? Or will he never ever be a poet again? Copyright...
