“Serendipity - all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.” -David Levithan, “Boy Meets Boy”
This was exactly what happened to me last Friday morning.
There was a series of quite peculiar events that happened to me that morning, things that I thought that I didn’t truly deserve. I didn’t understand at first as to why those things happened, until “serendipity” did its magic.
I left the house at around 5:45AM that day. I was already a little worried because I usually leave our house at around 5:30AM and we all know that a 10-15 minute delay already means an exponential difference in terms of Metro Manila traffic. I dunno why I had to spend a few minutes looking for my driving shoes that morning. I just dunno why.
Traffic was surprisingly tolerable. I arrived in Makati at around 7:40AM. Unfortunately, the traffic going to our parking area wasn’t that pleasant. I had to wait in line for 15 minutes before I got to enter our building.
Parking is my weakness. It was a Friday so I had to bring Don Miguel (Clint’s coding). Don Miguel is longer than Clint so I kinda find it more difficult to park the former than the latter. On that day, on the 6th floor, my parking spot was somewhat sandwiched between a Hyundai Starex and a Toyota Fortuner. Great. Just great.
After my very “o.c.” parking feat, I suddenly felt like going to the restroom to freshen up a bit. And so I did.
After a couple of minutes, I went back to Don Miguel to fix my things, change my shoes, and do all those weird quirkiness and “kikay-ness” that I usually do every single morning. And for some weird reason, I decided to take a photo of the Glade car freshener that was on top of Don Miguel’s dashboard. I know. It felt so random. But I dunno why I even did that.
I looked at the elevator and saw that the right lift was going up to the 6th floor. I hurriedly got my bags, locked the door and headed straight to the elevator. I walked as swiftly as I could with my large black Longchamp tote clinging on my left shoulder, my laptop bag on my right shoulder, and my lunch bag on my right hand. The elevator door opened and a woman from another company (that starts with the letter “S”) entered first. I was already very near the elevator when its doors started closing in front of me. To my horror, the woman from another company (that starts with the letter “S”) just stood there and looked at me and did nothing. She didn’t do a thing. Horrific. You really can’t buy good manners and class. IMO.
I pressed the down button and waited for another elevator door to open. Half a minute or so later, the opposite one opened and without even looking I just quickly went inside and pressed “G.” Surprisingly, that elevator wasn’t going down. It was heading straight to the 8th floor. Deep inside I was like….”Oh, geesh.” The elevator door opened when it reached the 8th floor. A maintenance personnel appeared and he looked a little bewildered. He greeted me a good morning and I smiled back at him. My morning wasn’t that good already, thanks to that woman from another company (that starts with the letter “S”), so the least I could do was to just give him a sweet smile. I’m sorry Mr. Maintenance Personnel. It’s not you. It’s me.
I saw Mr. Maintenance Personnel press “3”, which meant that he was gonna get off at the 3rd floor. Great. Another stopover. Well, it’s already past 8AM anyway. Go head. Bring it on.
After a while, we reached the 3rd floor and Mr. Maintenance Personnel took off quickly. I was somewhat busy reading the movie PRs on my phone (for my blog) at that time so I didn’t bother to look at Mr. Maintenance Personnel anymore when he left. I didn’t bother pressing the “close” button anymore because the elevator doors would close by itself anyway. And so it did. Until someone stepped inside and tried to stop it. A guy. I had an initial inkling that it was a guy. Blue rubber shoes. Tight-fitted khaki pants. Blue maong-ish polo. Car keys on his left hand. And so I looked up to see who it was. I looked up....
It was him. IT WAS HIM. Oh my goodness. Oh my most beloved goodness. Oh my beloved. Oh I love him. Oh I love you. Oh I’m so feeling giddy right now just by thinking about that moment again.
I looked at him with a very surprised face. My lips parted a little from each other. My eyes fixated on him. His hair looked a little weird. It seemed like it was ironed, but I knew it wasn’t ironed. It looked flat. But his thick brows still did the trick and made him appear incredibly handsome. Like I always say, he’s really the most handsome guy in the office for me right now. He had a few pimples on his cheeks, but for some weird reason that kinda made me appreciate him even more. It makes him imperfect. And that thing that makes him imperfect, ultimately, makes him look perfect to me. Ayiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Again, I was just really so stunned. As in. Swear. Super. Mega. Ultra. To the highest level. I was just so beyond surprised. I mean…why??? Why did this happen???
I was thinking if I should say “hi” to him. Or if I should just smile. But I decided not to. I knew he saw me too because our eyes met (oh, c’mon…stop it already….) Well, obviously. I mean, c’mon, there were only 2 of us there at that moment.
He stood near the elevator doors. So close to the elevator doors. I dunno why. It’s like he wanted to stay as far away from me as possible. Is it because of my cologne? It’s like he wanted to get off right away. And then I remembered that a month back my friends dared me to add him up on Facebook. Which I did. (I’m probably one of the boldest people you’ll ever meet.) But, sadly, he didn’t accept my friend request which is fine, of course. We’re not friends. He doesn’t know me, anyway. But he can always Google me. CHOZ! And so at that instant I was like….
“Don’t forget. I’m just a becky, standing in front of a boy, asking him to….accept my friend request on Facebook.”
LOLZ! He wouldn’t be able to accept that friend request anymore anyway since I already cancelled it to save myself from further humiliation. I did the dare already anyway. Charge it to experience. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t do that again. When people are in love, they just tend to do the weirdest things.
But deep inside I was also already thanking God for that wonderful blessing. Being with him at that very moment. Even for just a few seconds. Just the two of us. C’mon. How surreal is that?
The past 2 weeks had been really rough for me at home. It’s just terrible. And I just can’t talk about it here because it’s a little too personal. I just really….
And then that thing happened. That event happened last Friday morning. That serendipitous event. That very simple event that already made me so happy. I needed that. I needed that moment. I knew it was just temporary but it made me genuinely, irrevocably happy. I even smiled at the CCTV camera during that very moment. I dunno why. LOLZ! And I think I also kinda whispered “Thank you, Lord” in the air. But I knew he didn’t hear it. He was wearing headphones.
Unfortunately, the elevator stopped on the 2nd floor and someone entered. He moved a little to his right to give way to the person that was entering the elevator. And then we reached the ground floor. The elevator doors opened. And he stepped out as fast as he could. I saw him look to his right and wave “hi” to his friends who were waiting for him at a nearby coffee shop. And as for me, well, I headed straight to the building entrance. I still had a morning report to produce.
Nonetheless, I was smiling from ear to ear. 😊
“A moment like this. Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.”
When I’m gone, I want these memories to live on forever. And I hope that such memories can at least give smiles to anyone who’ll get to read it.
P.S. Don Miguel's time is 15 minutes late. Jejeje....
♥ Mwah! ♥
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