A Fraction Of A Second
I thought this day would get any worse. I didn’t get a seat during the mass, my dad knew my whereabouts, and I was afraid I would not see him. Surprisingly, the mass was about to end with a song from the seminarians. I was standing at the back when unexpectedly someone said, “Excuse me, Merry Christmas” and gave me a Christmas Card then left. It happened so fast that it passed in a blur. My heart was in shock but I wasn’t sure if it was really him or was I just imagining because I am crushing on him. After I read the card I still could not believe that the total stranger whom I like found me before I did. My heart pumped like I was having an adrenaline rush. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to personally thank him and talk to him but I felt timid and unsure that all of it has been just inside my head. When I looked back he was gone. As I was going out of the church I saw an old woman holding the same card and I said to myself, “Maybe it’s not just me.” I went inside the Sacred Heart Shrine and prayed. After that, I sat outside not knowing the gentlemen who were sitting beside me were his fellow seminarians. One greeted me a pleasant morning. I trusted my gut and took the chance to ask if they’re giving cards to everybody. He said no, and asked who gave it to me. I showed him the name written below in the card. He replied, “Ah Luigi!” The seminarian called him. He approached me in a shy way. I thanked him and shook his hand. He asked what my name was and he smiled and left (again!*). His friends were accommodating me and asking me questions I just answered but inside me was still in the state of shock. I was about to leave when they were also, his friends walked with me and their pathway was almost the same as mine. I knew it is their last day in the church. They were still asking a lot of questions and I just answered hoping he would ask them about me. As I was heading home my dad called, very angry that I left alone in the dark morning. With weary eyes I rushed towards home. Few paces and I am home when I felt that the card was missing in my pocket. My heart was crying and I came back. Screw my father, I didn’t care if he thinks why in the world am I not home yet. I didn’t find it. I went home feeling tragic. Little did I know that my dad left for Don Salvador and I still couldn’t be scolded until the moment he comes back. Now I have the opportunity to search for it again! I searched the path where I passed when I headed home and from afar lying on the ground I eventually found it!
