Every time I go out from our classroom going home after class, the way for me to get out from the building is to walk through the pathway going to the guard house. At that particular pathway, I had an infatuation about a person who is remarkable in my life.
I call him “Wonderwall”.
Wonderwall was there when I needed someone to lift me up and back in my own game. There was one moment in my life where I thought I lost the battle forever, but then he came. When I had to let all the heaviest cargo I was carrying from my battle, his presence was there beside me.
After few days while recovering from my battle, he visited the campus and invited me to join in a certain project and held a meeting with other people. The meeting finished and it was our time to go home. Meanwhile, while I was walking my way through that pathway, he suddenly appeared on my right side and embraced his arm on my shoulder. At that moment, I felt something that I thought I will never have that feeling again. That gesture he did sent a million sparks in my stomach.
And from that day it happened, I started to admire him even more. But as days, weeks, and months came by, I was holding to hope that maybe one day, he will have the same feeling I have for him.
Those signs I believed it could be the one thing he also have these feelings, those gestures I thought I’m the only one who’s receiving it, and those smiles I thought I was the reason behind it, I thought all of it was the one-way path to win his heart.
It was an unfortunate one. I realized that there’s no hope for me to have him. He’s very far away from me. After all, he’s just my Wonderwall. A person to lean on and to cry on. No more, no less.