One Tuesday morning, I woke up with the sound of waves kissing the shore. I went out to greet the morning sun as she rise, but she was not there; the rain and the dark clouds covered her. I, a stranger in this paradise, did found comfort in a book and a cup of coffee with my best friend seating in front of me, making me feel that I was not alone.
Suddenly, a man arrives with his black jacket and yellow board shorts holding a bag on his right and a surf board on his left. He walked past me, gave me a stare for a second, that made me heard my heart saying, “I’m beating fast.”
The sun came out at noon, just in time for me to marvel and explore the entire island ‘til my body aimed for rest. I slept without even saying goodbye to the sun. I was about to call it a day in this lovely place, but it was not over yet.
From our window, I saw him holding his tablet reading an e-book with a cup of coffee. I shook my head and talked to myself, “Don’t be bothered with his presence. You don’t even know him.” I grabbed a chair at the dining hall where he was seating, but I made sure he was far from me or he might hear the roaring sounds of “lub-dub” inside my chest. He was sitting two tables behind me, facing the shore while I’m facing the opposite. For hours, I was not at ease, for I can feel a pair of eyes on me, so I look around and caught him staring at this bothered bookworm then he went to his room, and I guess, we both called it a day.
Another morning came, and the sun was still hiding in the mountains asking her spectators to wait with their shutters. I went to the shore alone, feeling the sand and the tiny waves on my toes. My bible was waiting for me in the terrace, so I went up to feed my soul. The wisest man wrote, “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” I hold this verse for a moment, but when I looked up, there was me, him, and the morning sunshine. I uttered a short prayer, asked God to take away the butterflies with this stranger.
My best friend arrived just in time. She walked with me on the sands – an escape to that moment of tension. My bible was still on my hand, as my heart begged for wisdom. The waves were threatening, so I went back to secure my bible, then I heard him said something from above the terrace or maybe it’s just my illusion though I pretended not to hear him or should I say I was just afraid to know what he’ll be saying. I ran from him, knowing that his eyes were still on me, running barefoot. I went back to the shore with my heart, trying to find where my skipped beats went.
I need a coffee that’s what my system says until I was calm when he walked past me again, this time with his board on hand. I’m not bothered as I saw him set forth to embrace the waves. The butterflies were gone, and my heart maintains its rhythm but my eyes were fixed on the shore among the surfers, searching for a particular one, as if looking for a pearl in a vast ocean.
“What was that?” my rational mind asked.
Science answered, “Law of Attraction maybe”.
Arts says, “It cannot be, for he looks like a mural painting, an artist’s masterpiece, which is the exact opposite of your favorite form of art – abstract, something that only your own eyes can appreciate. Many may fall for his beauty, but that does not include you.”
I agree with Arts, that physical attraction is not the reason of this strange feeling. What is it then? Infatuation? Negative. Love at first sight? I don’t believe on that.
After much arguing in my head, I got ready to say my farewell to this paradise, so I went out for my last look on the waves, the sand, the mountains, and the Pacific Ocean then I saw him coming out of the shore, and I felt like there was something that stabbed my chest, as the thought that it was also the last sight of him sink in. I ran away as he took off his wet blue shirt and hang it in a chair to dry, for I can’t afford to have him noticed me staring at him.
All my bags were packed, and I was waiting for my best friend to get ready. I was sitting inside with our door open then the boy next door, a surfer boy, the man who stole some of my heart beats walked past me for the very last time. He gave me a stare and a shy smile then went towards the bay to get his board, that was it, the very last butterfly went away with him.
I bid the hall goodbye, saying to myself that what happened in that place will remain there like hidden carved names on a trunk of a tree. A part of me wanted to stay, to wait in the hall while he’s out in the shore. However, my rational mind says it’s time for me to go. I was not able to know his name. All I know is that I shared a night with him, reading books in a dining hall with our cups of coffee, exchanging glances.
Another morning came, but there was no sound of waves, no photographers waiting for the sun to show its picture-perfect rise, no sand beneath my tiny toes, no best friend to comfort me, and no man to hide from. I was back in the city, and the paradise where I’d been is now a place where I discovered that I’m still a human; a woman capable to have this unexplainable feeling of elation and anxiety, and a child who runs away from what she thought as falling and hurting. Mornings must have come and go, but the butterflies still come with just a thought of the man who came on a gloomy morning, the man left in a paradise with a majestic morning sun.
I woke up today as fresh as it was that Tuesday morning when I opened my eyes feeling the sun, the waves, the shore, the sand, remembering the smile of the stranger with the morning bliss. My desk calendar says it is Tuesday today, my alarm clock then apologize saying, “Sorry if I have to wake you up from a deep sleep.”
I asked, What was this all about?
Reality answered, “It was all part of a very sweet dream.”