Band-aids

When you discover that you’ve fallen in love, it should be a happy day. The world should seem brighter and everything should be pretty. Nothing should go wrong.

But that is just the fake reality painted into our minds by the sweet, fictional romance stories found in novels and movies.

The real reality is so much different.

When I discovered that I’m in love, it was the saddest day ever. The world suddenly seemed dark and everything feels cold. Nothing seemed to be right.

Reality is the exact reverse of the image in my head.

So I picked up a rag and slowly erased the beautiful yet fake painting from my mind.

Why am I being so negative on the topic of love?

It’s because love is hopeless for me.

I gave out my heart to someone who has offered his to another.

He was always smiling, not even a speck of sadness detected in his smile. His bright personality gave him many friends. He was like a bright fire attracting moths to him.

But I am not just a mere moth, and to me he isn’t just a puny fire. He is like the sun to me. My world revolves around him. I was like a plant that needs his light to live.

He is my everything.

But I am merely a speck of dust to him.

It was a simple crush that can’t be fulfilled, and yet I was satisfied.

One certain day.

I was already considering it a happy day. During class he ran late and the only empty seat was next to mine. Our arms accidentally touched sometimes, and I’m already ecstatic.

When I stood up after class, my untied shoelaces caused me to fall down. His strong arms caught me easily, at the cost of the edge of his textbook scraping my skin, leaving a long red line on my arm.

I ignored the scrape, too happy of the fact that I am on his embrace to think of anything else. But he seemed to think otherwise, and pushed me onto the chair and told me to wait while he ran to the clinic to get band-aids.

Awestruck, I waited. But after the second hand of the clock made ten turns around the clock, I grew impatient and decided to walk to the clinic.

The clinic is only at the end of the hall from the class. What could have taken him so long?

The answer was clear when I saw him standing outside the class, staring at the scene behind a window.

He turned back almost immediately when I stood up and saw him standing right outside the class.

A tint of red creeps up on his skin, and he stuttered for a bit. He apologized for getting distracted and quickly ran to the clinic.

When he was gone, I went to the window trying to see what could have gotten his full, undivided attention.

It was a girl.

I recognized her as the girl from the neighboring class. She was sitting on the grasses not far from the window, focused on a canvas set in front of her, painting.

My heart broke. A cold shudder spread throughout my body and I was numb.

So this is what heartbreak felt like.

The worst thing is that the moment I felt the heartbreak, I realized my crush is more than just a crush.

I was in love.

His voice called my name and I jolted back from reality.

He smiled and laughed while sticking band-aids on the small wound on my arm that don’t even hurt.

Can I have a band-aid for this wound on my heart?

A/N

First story here. Hope you enjoyed it.