A while ago, I was watching A Little Like Love on DVD, its a kinda corny actually, like everything is taken from the giant book of romance cliches and all. Somehow, I am a sucker for movies like this. If you ask me, I much rather take this kind of nonsense over horror shows any day. Case in point Cursed, the single worst show I have watched all year long, in fact make it for the past decade. Prior to that I am sure there some B-grade shows or Sam Hui comedies that are worse.
Actually this was written almost three months ago but I lack the courage to post it, even if I wasn't certain if she would read this cos I do not update my blog all that frequently anyway.
Anyway, back to the point, as I was saying ALLL is a cliched corny romantic comedy type but still, it kind like something that happened in my life. Actually, its not THAT alike but considering the only other show I watched recently is "Fantastic Four", I suppose its close enough.
3 and a half years ago I met this girl. I hate to sound corny but she is truly one of a kind. I have never met anyone like her before, nor since then. The first time I saw her I thought see was pretty cute but our mutual friend whom I was with at that time probably lacked the social grace to provide an introduction. So anyway, once in a while we would bump into each other at church and after maybe like 8 months after the first meeting I got her number and asked her out.
Amazingly she obliged and what ensued were easily the happiest times of my life. We would go out and talk on the phone and never seem to run out of things to say to each other. Maybe it was because she was the expressive type and I was never one to keep my mouth shut. Everyday, was a real joy to behold as we seem to do so much yet so little together. Even the act of sending her home was really enjoyable even though we stay quite far away from each other and even her sister thinks that I am crazy to send her home. Anyway, after a while she realized I was interested in her and let's just say the feeling is not mutual. I tried again, same result so I retreated to lick my wounds.
Sporadically we would exchange SMS-es. I must say she had an interesting manner of expressing herself, "Hey, are you still alive?" she asked after I attempted to vanish. Much as I wanted to see her, each time I see her I am left with the poignant sense of incompleteness, of what could have been. So I tried not to see her, call her, SMS her or meet her to avoid this weird feeling. Over the last year especially, some unpleasant things happened but nothing fatal.
To further heighten my resolve to move on, she got attached to another guy and they are still together. I guess that was probably it and other girls came my way. Came and gone I should say. Over the years, I grown to realize that I was lying to myself. No matter how many girls I meet, whatever their attraction, she was still the benchmark that was never exceeded, matched or even remotely in the same neighbourhood. Simple as that, I can't get over her and I remain convinced that she is the one.
Heck, even I cringe when I am looking at that last sentence, me and a friend used to cite Glenn Ong's statement "He may not be the one, but he's the only one" in mockery. But I guess there is no other way to describe this. Even as our contact is more frequent nowadays, we never seem to be able to quite meet up for me to express what has always been in my mind all this while. Yet pointless pacing is tiresome, as is my total lack of initiative and courage.
On the occasions that we manage to meet up and talk, I just feel the chemistry is beyond any I have ever experienced. Even the manner in which we met for the first time was like...... absolute serendipity.
