I Captured The Moment

"Crap! I don't know what to wear!", I frantically searched for decent clothes for our Subic trip to see my eye candy, Mac. Its just so funny because I have a whole month to look date-worthy, but here I was, procrastinating again. Practicing the right move to approach him took me weeks to master. "Eye on the prize", my friends advised me before the week ends. Now that got me pressured.

Our whole family arrived at their house at 10AM. It was like a family outing-slash-reunion for my Dad and his childhood friends. Mac, as usual looked like he just stepped out of a magazine shoot. He was casual, but he can definitely make a girl take a second glance. On our way to the beach, I was making cutesy faces and hoping that he would somehow notice the effort. The funny thing is, he seems interested, but not so much that he is a big mystery to me.

After a 30-minute drive, all the kids that were with us ran to the beach once we hit the ground. My Mom wanted to document the day so she brought the videocamera but handed it to me when Tita Cely, Mac's aunt, asked her to help with our lunch. Again, I was subtle and as if filming his little brother, Adrian, but it was just an excuse to capture him inside the red box that was blinking at my camera.

And at that moment, I felt that I was in love again. Eventhough it was very different from the first time I felt my heart beating for a boy. I'm hell as sure it isnt love at first sight, but even the back of his shirt makes my chest want to leap out then and there.

Fifteen

"Guys! I met this amazing guy who looks like Stefano Mori! Now I feel like Camille Pratts in G-mik!". Yes, that was me when I was fifteen. My Mom thought it would be best to put me in a Catholic, exclusive for girls high school than making me go to a regular school. See, she has always been overprotective that it made me pissed sometimes.

I sat at our cafeteria bench with my friends as I babble about my Subic trip with my family. "So, how was he? Is he cute? Does he like you?" Piper, no doubt, would ask numerous questions especially about a guy. A certified NBSB (No boyfriend since birth), she dwells on our love lives just to prove that love really exists. "Ayun, he is cute but he was very silent. He didn't even talked to me. But were seeing each other again next month. And I'm determined to get to know him. Hahahah!", I said. Of course, when you're fifteen, and your prospect looks like a TV heartthrob, you're the epitome of coolness.

Macy, one of my numerous best friends just shot me with a "hey, let's talk later and spill all the juicy details that you should only tell your best friend" look. So once we were alone, I gave her the full blow of the trip.

"But Macy, he didn't even asked for my name. Plus, his lola is my Dad's godmother. How the hell would I know if were even related pala? And the best part of it? I didn't even got his full name. All I heard was Mac. Mac? Where did that that nickname came from anyway? Michael? Malcom? Macaroni? I can eat all this pasta and still wouldn't have a clue. And I have to wait for a month to see him again. What if everything that happened during that trip would just be a second round of the sequence?" I wailed.

"BUT WHAT IF, ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN THAT WAY? Lily, don't get so worked up on a guy you just met. Were freaking fifteen! Its not like you're going to marry him anyway", she made me shut up. See, the good thing about Macy is how she could put a good and a bad situation in one sentence.

It finally dawned to me that a month can pass by so quickly. And feelings can grow real quick too. :)

First Things First

I was a hopeless romantic. Literally and figuratively.

I fell in love when I was three years old to a guy named Devon. He had this nice hair and chinky eyes and a very dazzling smile. I was enthralled to the idea that when we grow up, he will be my Prince Charming. 'Enter Taylor Swift's Love Story here' He was the object of my affection because he was the first boy I ever kissed. But when we were five, I got grossed out to the idea that he still bottle-feeds to orange juice. So my love for him died. Yes, that was me being hopeless.

The second time I (think) I fell in love was during my fourth grade. I know, I always start young, but he was my bestfriend. And sometimes, if not most, they tend to see love in the eyes of one another. We would always be the first ones to be picked up by our school bus and last to be dropped home. Let's just say that because we both lived at the end of the usual route, and alone sitting on an almost empty vehicle at say, 7P.M, we would always get to talk about our co-"kaservice" and make fun of everyone when they are all dropped to their respective homes. His name is Reyland, a sixth grade, and does a mean Mariah Carey imitation of One Sweet Day. And yes, he was straight. He's just THAT good in singing.

Guess I was just so happy that the first guy I've been with showered me with handwritten poems which he dedicated to me and sings me love songs every chance he gets. He doesnt care about other people would say, so he pours out everything he feels without any hesitation. Not bad for sixth grader right? We even got married during our school fair. I did every impression of being shy when they dragged me to the marriage booth, but deep inside, I was head over heels to the idea that I would get my second kiss. And yes, I considered my first kiss on a cheek with a three year old boy sacred, so the second kiss is more exciting for me.

So here I am, being absolutely in love with a perfect boy, but as the school year ends, and he has to switch schools, everything ended between the two of us.

And that, I felt so devastated. Being eleven sucks for me. Little did I know I was bound to feel more heartaches than this.

My name is Lily, and just like the flower, Ive been innocent and vulnerable. But that doesn't mean I would give up on love just like that.