Wingyyy.

Before you know it, it’s year seven all over again. The awkward moments as you enter the classroom, as if the whole rooms attention has miraculously diverted to you. Looking for a seat, only to find the one seat available, next to the the most intimidating looking person in the class room. The “Hi-whats-your-name” moments, where you begin to wonder why you even did it in the first place.

None of these are actually new to me, but as you approach these situations, you begin to forget how you dealt with them in the past, eventually become that exact, lost figure all over again. Today proved to be an interesting start to university life, as i meet new friends, new learning methods, as well as new expectations. No more being spoon fed by teachers,

- “teachers no longer have the obligation to tell you to homework, the one absolute rule is that if you are lazy, you fail.”

It is also interesting how this new type of studying environment changes individuals almost instantaneously, giving up entertainment, gaming, and any forms of distractions, even changing sleeping and eating patterns. This isn’t as far as a new start, but is certainly a new rhythm in life, and a rather stressful one at that.

It was a beautiful night. Sitting directly opposite to him, her eyes, her lips, everything told him she was his ideal type of girl.Throughout the night, he was stuck in a decision of whether to approach her. Leaving it, and he would have surely regretted it, stand too close, and his heart skips a heartbeat. This was love at first sight …

If only it happened like that. In actual fact, the only truth in that story was the regret .. of not noticing earlier.

They met at an art exhibition. It never started off as love, nothing does. Its all from the mind as your curiosity takes the better side of you; the mind hates to admit things the heart tells it to. Both being piano players, he was intrigued, she left an image, a footprint in his heart, only to be overpowered by his mind as the knowledge of her existence buried into the depths of his right ventricle.

Music has always been a bond between them, and it is through music that brought them together. Through a twist of events, the two got a chance to work on a music piece named “Fairy Tale” together, as it ironically links their relationship, one far from being a “fairy tale”. Though love was far out of reach, one thing was for certain; like the musical piece, their friendship was improving, and he was slowly noticing his feelings as it was slowly changing.

He enjoyed talking to her, seeing her smile, he never wanted their encounter to end. Sometimes, he would look for excuses, just to start a conversation where it would carry on till late at night, and even as the night came to a close, he would  head off to bed, with a smile on his face, knowing that he would see her again tomorrow at school. Their band practicing time, msn chats, drugged faced photos, all these things helped him understand her a little more.

Though knowing his feelings for her, love is a two player game, your payoff depends on the decisions of the other half, and he wasn’t ready to face the risks of a loss. His heart wants it, but once again his mind overpowers it. He had no reason to believe that this was his fairytale. Not knowing what to do, he recorded a piece of music that he played, just to release his momentary emotional spasm. The piece: Do You Love Me.

Music was the language between them, and as she discovers the real meaning behind the piece, it demonstrated once again how music was the bond between their relationship. She became quite curious to who the piece was dedicated to, but little does she know, that the name she was searching for was nothing more then her own.

He had enough of his mind, his heart was beating, wanting to come out, it was calling to him so he followed it.

“Will you go out with a druggo? xD”

x3mich asked: You = stoopid. =)

and you stoopid for going out with a stoopid. O_O

x3youkee-chel:

»doyou-loveme:

Well in truth, she always knew of his existence in some sort of way, being provided that he was also a pianist in school and she basically figured out a majority of who the piano people were in school by Year 9. In truth, she knew him as the guy who constantly played the Heart of Greed theme song. xD But it wasn’t until she was in Year 11, where on one occasion, after choosing Visual Arts over Honyak’s offer of skipping class for music, she finds him in her music class after recess, with Chyra suddenly inviting her to assist in his elective piece, as her sister had done the same song for her HSC - Fairytale.

Slowly, the number of MSN convos increased throughout the months that followed, to the point it was almost a daily routine. It was a rather absurd thing; she usually loses enthusiasm in random convos unless it was with her friends which she’s known a lot longer in comparison to this guy here, with whom she realises a lot later that, their conversations can and seem to always continue to late at night, when most of her other contacts are asleep already, and when she should be sleeping. She was attempting to rid her over-analysing nature during that time, so she shrugged it off.

One day, hopelessly searching through Tumblr, she found that he made a new post, a YouTube video he uploaded, Do You Love Me, the medley which she named for him, the text quoting:

“Do you love me? Probably not. x] this song is dedicated to you. =]”

This provoked her curiosity. She was never aware of his interests towards any particular girl, especially since he only liked teasing her with another guy, and that this topic has not been approached to lately, despite conversations that happen almost daily. She asked who the post was dedicated to. She received no answer.

Believing she’d be able to annoy him the next day at school, she went to bed dismissing the curiosity. He wasn’t in school the next day. Her curiosity increased even more. She thought in the beginning that, as a decent friend, not sharing his thoughts to her was unfair. So she asked online again that night, which lead to a nagging session that lasted to 1.30am, ending with him threatening’: “you asked for it!”

She went to bed pondering about his last words and hopelessly analysed the ‘hints’.

The following day she had two of her friends analysing his words, to which on of them stated: “It’s you, doofus. why you so curious anyway?” This caught her off guard. She didn’t remember why she was so curious. She initially thought of giving up if he didn’t spill the name in the first go. This left her pondering even more, although the expression on his face when he sees her throughout the day was rather amusing. She walked with the second friend during lunch to the canteen, to which she unknowingly spoke to herself: “Who is it?”

“It’s you”
“How do you know?”
“Well, it’s… the way he looks at you. It’s different.”
“More importantly, why the hell am I so curious?”
“Well maybe it’s because you like him too.”

Similar things followed throughout the remainder of the school day, where she continued in nagging him all the way to the station. It was only on the convo this night, did he tell her the name. Well, not really a name, since what he typed up consisted of no names:

“umm i like you. =/
… and i regret pressing enter”

The next day, after being told by the first friend to play around with online quizzes, consisted mostly of her pondering with a decision. Opinions were taken into consideration, but she was mainly focusing on finding her own feelings. She reflected this to a similar event during the beginning of the year. The difference was that her instinct told her to give it a go. So she texted him.

To get herself ready, she deliberately kept her pm on “dinner” to buy some time. Her friend laughed and told her: “make sure you’re ready. :) goodluck!”

And this was how it started.

One day, she asked a question, somewhere along the lines of: “How did you notice me?”

Wingyyy: Words cannot express, my feelings to you, i guess ill have to show you through time, that our love is no coincidence.I Love You.