Unplanned Love

 

Some memories don't fade, they grow softer like old song playing in the background of your heart.
This is short story and poem from my school days.

A boy who used to call my name every morning and how I don't realize what it meant until it was too late. Maybe it wasn't meant to be but it will always be part of me.

This is my unplanned love story start...

20 years ago, back to my teenage memory..

He called my name every morning when we meet at school.

Let me describe him first.

He had that soft kind of face like one of those Taiwanese actor from tv. Calm eyes, a quiet smile.

The kind of look that made you want to trust him, even when you shouldn't. 

  

He called my name every morning when he pass through me .

Always with that grin, the one that curled at the edges like he was up to something.

He wasn’t the top student. In fact, he was in the last class. The kind of boy teachers sighed over and girls whispered about.

A little wild. A little loud. But when he said my name, it was soft. Sweet. Like a secret sugar he didn’t show to anyone else. I smile after him go but I never answered. I pretended not to care. But the truth is I memorized the way he said it.

You give me flower on Sports Day in front of your friends and you not shy away.

He stopped my way just to give me flower. I look at his face but I was shocked because that happen so fast and my ex in his class. I was scared and shy and maybe stubborn.

I ignore him again.

After that happen, I was shy to pass through your class and meet you.I just saw your face and turn down. I do not know how to face you.

And then one day, I found out. He already had a girlfriend.

His name stopped echoing in the halls, but his smile stayed in my memory.

Years passed. We met again and just once.

No smiles. No names. Just a quiet moment between two people who once had something unspoken.

Like nothing ever happened. Now, he’s just a story I tell myself sometimes. A soft echo in my memory.

But

If I could go back to that morning in 2006,

when your voice called my name like a secret thing,

I wouldn’t look away and I’d turn to you,

and say the words I never knew.

I’d ask why you smiled just for me,

why your eyes held something I couldn't see.

Maybe we’d talk until the sky turned gold,

and make a memory we’d both still hold.

Maybe we will talk about flower.

Why you give me flower in front of your friends?

What is your attention actually.

You just romantic man with bad boy face.

No pretending. No fear. No hiding behind,

the walls I built in my younger mind.

Maybe you’d still choose her in the end.

but I wouldn’t wonder what could’ve been.

Now all I have is that sweet, soft sound,

your voice in the halls that still echoes around.

But if I could go back, I swear it’s true.

I’d say something real, and sit beside you with your flower.

 

I am sorry. Really sorry.

Sometimes, when we’re young or focused on other things, we don’t know how to handle love when it quietly finds us. But looking back, I’ve learned something important.

If someone gives you their attention, their time, their heart… don’t ignore them.

You don’t have to love them back. But you can care.

Be kind. Be honest.

Say thank you. Say goodbye gently.

Because some hearts don’t ask for much but they just wanted to be seen.

I don't know what happen if I was respond to you at that time, Maybe do have a love story, or we already married and have kids together or we break up with bad memories.

   

xoxo