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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Your hands are mine to hold.

I never liked Valentine's Day.

But this year, I came to like it a little bit.

Since I could remember, I love imagining things. I like thinking about what would happen when a certain situation comes up. This eventually led to my frustrations. I tend to expect imagines things/situations.

When I was little, I said to myself "if I had a boyfriend, he will do this...". Thus my fantasizing began.

None of my fantasies ever happened.

Until now.

I had a very important presentation for my Public Relations class. I dressed up really nice. I had the boots, the slacks and the polo. Yes, I wore boots and polo. Moving on, I was suppose to meet Lawrence for a quick moment when he gets off from work at 8:00am. Unfortunately, he got held up in a call and I had to get to class. He apologized and said he'd make it up somehow and then he went home.

I got sad and of course I got the nerves (for the presentation). At the back of my mind, I had a fantasy. That when I walk out of our classroom door, I would see him holding a rose or a chocolate or just spreading his arms out for a hug.

After class, our presentation went well. We were (from what I could gather) the best group from all that presented today. And I was still hoping he'd be there outside.

Our group was the last one to leave the room. And when I opened the door, he wasn't at the other side.

I looked sideways to get to the exit and their he was. Patiently and sleepily waiting for me.

For once, a fantasy came true.

-Lo-

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