Published at 2nd of April 2019 2:39 am

Paper Planes (part 2/2)

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[Luke]

Lots of people are crowding in front of the bulletin board which posted all the poem entry of the student who won. I smile when I learn that she is there at the exact spot where I want her to be.

This is the right time. There is no turning back.

I started to strum the guitar before I began singing. Serenading her. When they heard it, my classmates who are crowding around have gradually given me a way to approach the best and kindest girl I ever met.

“Oh my gosh! The girl is really Yara! She is the girl Luke had been courting!”

“Yieee!! Yara is so lucky. Luke’s voice is so nice!”

“Enough! Only a Luke Salazar will serenade her. I’m falling in love!”

I smiled when I heard those shouts around, but only she is the focus of my sight. Just as I finish the sonh, I stopped exactly in front of her. Holding the little crease fold paper planes designed as a flower in a bouquet I knelt in front of her.

“Yara Torres, will you be my girl?”

During the time when I uttered it, a deafening scream filled around. It is funny that until now there are still people who are thunderstruck, even though its been a long time I admitted that as soon as the results of the poem competition winners will be posted, I will confess to the girl I love. And that girl is Yara Torres.

“W-why?” Those are the first words that came out from Yara’s mouth.

“You don’t want to?” I sadly ask.

“N-no!! I mean, of course I want! B-but..because you know..you are like the paper plane flying in the air that I can just only look at. It really surprise me because, who am right? I am just an ordinary girl and just only dream to the person I like, you. There are a lot of girl who are ‘more’ than me, so w-why me?”

I gently smiled, stood up and touch her cheeks. This is why I like her, always saying her true feelings.

“Do you really want to know why?” She nodded. I could not help smiling when I see her cheeks reddening.

“Did you know that behind each line the poem is a hidden story?” I pointed at the poem that I made that is posted just behind her. She turned and look at it and shakes her head. “That poem held the answer to your question and here I’ll tell you..”

In the midst of so many people around us, I feel like there is only Yara and me here. I looked at her eyes while I tell her the story..

It is a poem full of hidden and unsaid words.

The story that had change my life forever.

**

I saw a girl who love to dance and twirl

It was the first day of school. Since it was the start of the school, there are many new students and are very busy. I’m a topnotcher in my class ever since I started schooling, so many high expectation of me not only my parents but also all of my teachers. Not to brag, but sometimes its actually exhausting to be smart. Too many responsibilities, no time to play and have fun.

It was the first day of school when I saw her. It was dismissal at that time but traces of memories still lingers in my brain like it was only yesterday. She was holding an eraser in one hand while happily erasing the blackboard in front. Many girl I know every time its their schedule to be cleaners are lazy and you can hear them always complaining. But the girl in front, instead of being lazy she is enjoying it. She is dancing and erasing and sometimes holding the eraser near her mouth as if its a microphone and pretends to sing then continue erasing the blackboard. She gracefully dance and I caught her many times twirling like a graceful ballerina. It brought a smile on my face. Since then I told myself.. This girl is different.

Like a beaming sunrise shines like a morning sky

I discover that we are in the same class. ‘Yara’ that’s what her friends call her. I do not know why every time I saw her it draws a smile on m lips. Even though the situation change and the climate changes as well, there is still always a smile on her lips.

She is like the sunrise, always happy and never run outs of energy in being playful. Just a smile from her, however worn out or tired I am it just suddenly disappear because of her.

I remember the lines in my poem. This is the second line that I wrote on the paper that I gave her. Honestly, I want to give it to her personally and then tease her. But when I saw her, suddenly I feel nervous and step back. Before she noticed me I immediately put it in her book. I hope she would notice it.

I hope she will notice me.

Oh sweet lady you cause this man’s heart to beat!

I am the kind of man who is not easily distracted by anything or anyone. That’s why I am the top notcher in class because I always pour my one hundred percent of my time and devote myself until I finish it. My life before is only home and school and nothing else. Whenever I saw her this heart of mine just start beating erratically. If I don’t hold my chest I feel like my heart will tear my chest because of how hard it beats. It is very unlike me. My heart beats faster whenever she is near. When I glimpse her smile I feel my day is complete. She is amazing.

She is the only one who can make me smile whenever I remember her. Whenever I thought of her, I smiled and feel happy. My friends thought I’m crazy. In the morning, when the whole school is quiet and not much things going on, I always sneak to put the paper planes in her locker. I laugh at what I am doing because this is the first time I have done it. Every time I saw her or talk to her even its just a simple debate, my heart beats faster.

Various faces all around me but only her smile is all I see

Since then I become more inspired to study. Even though a lot of women surrounds me just a glimpse of her smile, in my eyes she is the only one I see.

Whenever I go home I always followed her in my gaze. There was a time when we walk in the hallway at the same time. She did not notice me because there was a lot of students walking at that time. I look at the blue paper plane I had just made before the class has ended. I slowly flew it to her direction. She caught it so I smiled. I hide in the nearby wall when she turn and look around. She stopped and finally open the paper plane and read it. I want to jump in joy.

A lot of people surround me and intends to talk to me so that I will notice them. But ever since I met that girl, her smile, her laugh, everything about her… I like it.

Enthralled, fascinated by this girl catches me

I know she don’t notice me but every move she make I noticed it. Not only she is beautiful but also good in class. There are times she challenges me in class activities and I accepted it. As the first and second place we are ahead of the class. We always become the leaders in our groups that why we always faces each other. She is the kind of girl who can be playful when in front of her friends but can be formal and professional in the class when she needs to.

I want to know more about her. I want to be her friend, I want to be close to her. But I fear that she might not notice me. She is really amazing when you get to know her. She have the brains, the beauty, and the attitude.

She is different from the other women I met.

Years, months, weeks, only her this man’s heart seek

We had a three week look vacation and I thought it was the longest days in my life.

…Three weeks without seeing her.

Three weeks… without hearing her voice.

…Three weeks without seeing her smile. Is agonizing me. I keep dreaming about her.

Minutes felt like hours, days felt like weeks, and the three weeks felt like a year.

Instead of sulking, I took my notebook and wrote. I wrote down everything I feel. Holding the paper and pencil, they become the witnesses of my feelings.

Under the multitude of many people, would you care to see me?

There are a swarm of girls everywhere I go. They gave me gifts especially when I’m selected as a representative of the school when there is a competition. The attention I get and the material things that those girls gave me, I’m not happy. Because they are not her.

While other girls are busy assaulting me, I always notice her reading a book in the corner. The people who passed her always greets her, everyone seems her friends. She smiles happily, satisfied and happy in her life. Will she notice me?

I want her to see the real me. Not the ‘Luke Salazar’ that everyone knew. I sigh in sadness still looking at her direction.

” A look, a glace

A smile, a wave

A wish oh my love

Grant it and I will fly

In the rainbow in the sky”

Yawn my sleeping life?

I am alive but I feel like half of me is in deep slumber. Waiting for someone to wake me and willing to accept for who I am.

Eat, sleep, school. That’s my life. Occasionally I stroll and wander together with my buddies. However, I felt that I was not there and my consciousness is flying in the air..dreaming..hoping that someone will wake me from that dream.

And unleashed the feeling of pretending?

Smile here, smile there. Laugh here and there. My friends like when I am with them because I’m a happy companion. They Said I lighten the situations and I make the sad smile. In our group, I am the clown.

Luke Salazar the pretty nice guy full of humor.

They are happy and I’m happy for them. They don’t know that among all people, clowns are the saddest.

Will she notice me for who I am?

Race…my heart to race whenever she’s in presence

When there is a meeting for the participants in the poem competition, she sat beside me. My heart want to jump in joy because of the happiness when being near her. I want to talk to her but I can’t, my tongue seem tied in my mouth. I firmly hold my pencil, concentrating to prevent my heart beating fast. I wrote the words in the paper the things I cant say.

“Every letter, every word

No one can compare

This heart cries

Only you I want”

The class has ended and I’m currently walking for home. Jane walked beside me. A friend who was close to me for a long time. We are happily chatting and she invited me to join her party. was going to answer ‘yes’ when I saw Yara passed, sadness in her face. I turn to Jane and smiles. I apologized that I cant attend. I ran towards the direction where Yara went. In the garden of the school under the tree I found her.

There is sadness in her eyes. Perhaps we are the same. pretending, who smiles but behind those is a hidden secret. Cheerful and seems no problem, but still human who feel pain.

She leaned in the tree and I quietly observed her. At the side of the meadow, behind the lush santans I hid and watched her. I took the the crease fold blue paper plane in my bag and slowly flew it straight to her head.She turned around and I hid. I saw her stood from sitting and was looking around. Looking from where the paper plane came from. She step towards my direction, I hold my breath.

She stopped and sighed. She opened and read it. She smiled and it make me smile too. I’m glad.

**

I saw Yara almost in tears hearing my story. The students around us also have differebt kind of reactions. Even our teachers who are quietly listening shed tears, waiting to what will happen.

“Is enough as answer to tour question ‘why?’” Yara look at me with amusement, while wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Is it really true? Are you true?”

I touched her on the shoulder.

“Are you sure that.. its me?”

I held her hands and put it in my chest. I wiped the tears in her eyes and she smiled at me. I knelt again in front of her not removing my eyes at her.

“Am I sure? My mind asks,” I quote from the poem. Yara put cover her mouth and tears flowed. Because she knows the next words. And everyone knew that whenever I said something, I totally meant it.

“But in my heart I know..” I smile at her. A heartfelt smile which I never give to anyone.

“She’s the one for me.”

Suddenly the people around us are clapping. Screams and shouts filled the surrounding. But in our world we are the only one and no one else.

“Say the secret code! Say the secret code!” They shouted even the teachers. Secret code. The secret code that the meant is none other than the secret code in my poem. The words that I wanted to say.

“I Love You Yara.”

After saying those I hug her tightly. In my ears she whispered.

“I love you too Luke Salazar..” She said in her every sob.

“..for a long time.”

The End.

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