Back in first year of college, I usually sat in the 3rd row
from the front of the lecture hall. There was this boy who takes 2 steps at a
time down to the front and always sits on the 2nd row. In fact, I never needed
to check where the lecture was held; I just needed to see where he was sitting
to know. He was like the lighthouse that I navigated by.
As years went by, I moved further and further away from the
front rows that by the third year of my course, I always sat at the back. There
were some subjects (totally unrelated to my course) that came naturally to me. Then,
there were others (related to my course) that despite all my efforts, always
appeared to be a cryptic code that I could never decipher.
That boy who sat in the 2nd row? Well, we had a
‘falling-out’ somewhere in second year, simply because he wouldn’t borrow me
his homework to copy. What a scrooge?! I thought to myself that if he ever
needed my notes or homework, I would definitely not lend it to him. But of course,
that day would never come since I never took notes or do my homework before the
eleventh hour.
Somewhere in my third year, I shared more classes with this ‘boy’
and I got to know that he wasn’t a scrooge, he just had his principles (albeit
weird ones). I also got to know that we shared nothing in common. Absolutely
nothing! We happened to take Spanish lessons, to which he drove me to. In
return of the favour, he tortured me awake in the wee hours of the morning to
play tennis (if that’s what you call it when one person throws the ball and the
other misses - to my defence, I was sleepy!) and when that failed, he threw
pebbles at my window to wake me from my afternoon nap to go jogging (very
slowly). Finally, he resorted to teaching me the guitar (or trying to anyway).
We fought about everything. The radio station, fashion, how
we chose to complete our homework and etcetera, etcetera…but we spoke a lot too,
about our families, ideas on a relationship, views on a random topic…
I wasn’t going to fall for him. At least, I did not intend
to, until he asked me out for a concert, pushed a random guy who came to close and
gently flicked away a strand of hair falling over my face with his fingers.
One week later, he proposed.
It’s nearly four years now. We still argue about everything.
We still talk about everything. A steady light that has guided me through all
my rough patches in life and shared my happy moments, he is still and always
will be the lighthouse that I navigate by.
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