"when you're down, and everythings seems not so right, don't fret. i'm always there."
those were the words that i said to her the time that i we professes our feeling of love. it was night, and the street light that were shing above us gave a very romantic scene, although i was never the romantic type. she made me like this, she turned me into this romantic guy that i never wanted to become. my friends said that i was a fool in love, but i argued that i wasn't. i cut my social lives in two, one for her and her friends, and another one for my friends. and despite that i hated what i've become, i never voiced what i thought to her. i tried many times, but her very presence just turned me into another guy.
she was always with me. but now she may never be with me again. and it was all because of what my friends told her friends told her. i said some very bad things about her, but i never thought she would know of it.
but news travels fast especially if one of your friends are dating one of her friends. it really wasn't that smart talking trash about your girlfriend behind her back, and getting dumped the very next day after she heard it. it all happened last week.
i never saw it coming, i never saw it going, and i felt like it never even happened. i'm still in my room, still crying with no tears, which i have no idea why. all my friends was worried about me, and they all tried to cheer me up by introducing me to a couple of girls and bringing me to some club. but it didn't even move me. without her i was like a living puppet. i can't believe i'm saying this but she gave me what i never had, her breath gave me live, her smile brings me hope, and her presence there give me movement. but most of all, her kiss gives me emotion. i may sound a little gay this time but if you saw me then you would know what i was talking about.
so my friends and a couple of her friend tried to patch things up between us. but i never liked that idea so instead i isolated myself from the world. i rent up a room in Sematan. finally i was alone. i felt i can start new. i stayed there for a week. for the first few days i locked myslef in the room, then afterwards, i started to go out to the beach more. i never knew why but the beach always gave me some kind of forgetting feeling.
i went swimming in the sea for one whole day. then the next day, i used my motorcycle to ride the beach, and then went swimming again. and the routine is still the same for the next couple of days. untill the last night i would be staying here, my mind was clear, i was happy finally. i called my friends over to join in on my barbeque.
the time was almost twelve a.m.
still none of my friends has shown up. i gave up on them about an hour ago. i started the fire, and cooked all the things that are marinated. i used almost one whole bottle of fire starter liquid to start the fire. some even went on my sleves. the beach is really windy at night and i cannot start the fire without the firestarter.
after my chicken was cooked. i placed it all on a big plate. my friends didn't come. or they are still on their way. i did not know, on the way here, you can't get any line. but here the lines great. i sat next to the open barbeque, which was almost done. i cooked almost all the chickens, the hotdogs, and the lamb.
all of a sudden a car pulled up nearby. i thought it was my friend, but it wasn't their car. maybe some other stayers. i walked back to my barbeque. still i waited, and checkd my phone. still no calls from them. the time was eleven thirty five. i fell asleep in front of the fire for a little while. i must have been tired from all the swimming today. a few minutes later i opened my eyes and saw her in front of me.
"Emylia? Am i dreaming again?"
"no you're not Ed. its really me!"
"NO! i'm dreaming! I had this dream before!"
"No, you're not Ed. Its really me, its your Emy!"
i stood up and touched the grill which was kinda hot. i rubbed my eyes. now i know that it wasn't a dream. the pain from the grill was a giveout already. she was here, right in front of me. i asked myself what should i do? my friends all came out from the car that pulled in earlier. they all laughed and screamed at me to go hug her. i smiled back and i'm still thinking what i should do. i left my thoughts and tried to run towards her. but i smelled something burning. it was my hand. my hands was on fire. i ran around screamingmy lungs out. my friends tried to put it out using sand but somehow Emylia succesfully put out the fire using the marinated chicken leftover. the fire was put out somehow.i could still feel the burnt on my arm but i couldn't care. she was here. she wanted me back. and she forgave me for all the things that i said. then she gave me my life back, she hugged me and gave me a kiss. everything was right again. my friends all laugh at me, as it turns out her friends was here all week watching me, in case i did something terrible to myself. guess that's what friends are for.
"when you're aflame i'll put it out for you." she said softly to me. so i replied back to her,
"when you're down, and everythings seems not so right, don't fret. i'm always there."
