The Movie

I met him through a friend. He’s name is Cris and mine is Kris. We laughed because our names sound alike. =) . By the time we were introduced to each other by a common friend, I already noticed his obvious beauty. His eyes are round and expressive. They glow with feelings and emotions. His lips are in perfect shape, not so full, not so thin just perfectly good. He is skinny yet attractive in my own perception. But his very asset, which struck me most and left me in awe, was his bouncy shiny hair. It makes him totally gorgeous.

“Hi Kris,” he said with a soft and warm voice. Painted with a sweet smile, my face blushed. I looked at him and our eyes met. I then answered back “hello there Cris, have a seat =).”

I started the conversation to make the moment not dull. I asked where they were before they went over my place. He said they watched a horror suspense movie. Excitedly, I asked him to retell the movie for me.

At first, I was closely listening to his every word. I lean forward to hear him clearer. I looked at him and listened enthusiastically. A moment later, I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying anymore; I got focused on his ways, the blink of his eyes, his not-so-fake smile, and the move of his hair every time his fingers comb it from his forehead to his nape. The day ended with sweet “goodnights” and “see ya” yet I never knew how the story goes and ends, all I know was his beautiful ways.

I enjoyed his company. He is funny with sense.

Our first meeting was really good but after that we never had a chance to bond with each other again. Our class schedules aren’t that friendly to us. I seldom see him in the campus but when I do, great things happen; Butterflies would be around, flying with scents; Soft music would be playing on my psyche; Flowers would be falling from the sky. But all of a sudden, with just a snap, a blink of an eye, everything would go back to normal, watch him pass by me. Moments like this just rewind until the semester ends.

I was losing hope of going near him. Unexpectedly, on a hot summer afternoon, about 3 in the afternoon, I received an SMS from an unregistered number on my phone. Soon after, I knew it was him...
My little knowledge of who he was plus his unique messaging resulted to the formulation of an image, the image of my perfect man.

Fantasizing and giving other meanings to his texts supplemented my lacks- that is the desire of being with him whenever I want to.

Our first acquaintance-bonding was his retelling of a movie. I never expected he’d invite me to watch a movie in the movie house. By the time he asked me out, I abruptly said yes, no hesitations, no doubt.

I met him again. I looked at him closely. He’s very the same and so was the feeling. I wanted to hug him tight to feel his warmth yet a blanket of bashfulness covered the entire me and hindered me to do so. The movie started and I got to know him better in front of the cinema screen. I’ve got the pleasure of time watching him sleep in front of the cinema screen. Looking at him, his lips are very inviting yet I resisted the call of my flesh and redirected the window of my being to the big cinema screen. I closed my eyes and put my head on his shoulder wishing we’ll be meeting on a common dream.

A Letter To Pop

November 18, 1997

Dear Pop,
I wish you’ll forgive me Pop. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry Pop.

Yesterday, I went to Sue’s house. I fetched her. We are to watch a scary movie but her mind changed and she decided to stay. She said we’ll stay on her place. Her mom and dad are out for the business trip so we’re very free to do whatever we want. Looking at her eyes, I saw the fire in full blast. I flashed her a naughty smile, said “why not?”, and bit my lower lip.

Their house is quite big, just a duplex. . We stayed in their spacious living room. We spent our time playing scrabble, talking and talking. We got bored. Suddenly, she stood. She asked me to go upstairs, in her room. Flashing her white teeth, she was very inviting as she projected a very naughty smile. I tried to refuse but before I could speak, fire rush through my head and my body just followed her magnetic ways. She touched my lips with hers as we walked toward her room. She slowly unbuttoned my pants. She touched my hips and rolled her fingers on my back. She pushed the door with her rich butt but the door was locked so she stopped kissing me and fished the keys on her pockets. She opened the door and got in.

She unbuttoned her blouse as her sexy hips swayed. It seems like she’s drawing me nearer her. She kissed me. She took off her skirt. She laid me on her bed. I was perfectly stunned. I could feel my adrenaline flowed rapidly on my body. I then took of my shirt and pants as I felt the warmth of her body. I felt the heat of the moment as I screw and screw in to her.

That moment lasted for almost half an hour. I closed my eyes and sensationalized her presence. My mind ran so calmly. A single thought was the only on my mind. I finally found the girl whom I’ll spend my life with. I opened my eyes and I saw her charming face smiling as she slept. I again closed my eyes. A moment later, I was awaken by a sound of a dripping water outside her room. I rose to see what it was. I opened the door and the sunlight struck my eye. It was already 8 o’ clock in the morning. I turned back. I saw no one. She was already gone. I wondered where she could be. I called her but only thing I could hear back was my echo. I noticed that the house was very dusty. I looked at the stained mirror, which was still clear the night before. My heart was beating faster and faster. I almost run after my breath. I then fixed up. I got out of the house. I look back. To my surprise it looked so old, seemed an abandoned house for several years. I hurriedly hailed a taxi and gone home.

I got in my room. Mom handed me a letter. It was from Sue’s mom. It was dated October 9, 1997. But before I read the letter, I remembered Sue and I fought a month ago. We broke up because she has other guy. I didn’t mean to slap her that time...

“ She loves you very much. Why have you done that? You’re the only guy she ever loved. She’s dead. . . Why have you done that? “ the letter said.

I shed tears. My hands numbed. My sweat felt so cold. My conscience was going against me.

Pop, I killed her. I just can’t take it. She’s unfaithful. Pop, I killed her. I killed her.

By the time you’re reading this, I maybe dead too. She’s my life and the reason why I live.

I’m sorry .

Always faithful,
Jack