broken stereo

i always thought i would never have a crush on a hearthrob. i stereotyped them as 'mayabang' and that they thought everybody has a crush on them. i even thought i had good taste because i never had a crush on any of the people our school would consider a hearthrob. i was proud of it.

and then he came along. he was a hearthrob of an upper batch. the moment i saw him, i quickly despised him thinking he was going to be another one of those persons who walks the corridors feeling everyone would be looking at him and thinking that they were his admirers.

and then my friend told me she had a crush on him. i tried my best to hide my sort-of-violent reaction. i told her it was okay.

aside from that, i've heard stories of him being a "feeler". it strengthen my opinion about hearthrobs. now, my mind was really set on never having a crush on him. i never thought i would do the opposite of what i thought.

it was that day when i saw him alone. i saw him as an angel who came down from heaven(it's corny, i know but this was really how i saw him.) i kept watching him from afar because i felt that when i judged him, i overlooked a few things. and then i smiled, i didn't even know why.

i got back to our dormitory with a strange feeling. at first i didn't what it was. and then the following day i was shocked of the naked truth. i have a crush on him.

it's not such a big deal with other people, but to me it is. i broke the rules i made myself which i silently promised to abide with. it was too good to be true.

i hated myself for having a crush on him, but i hated myself more for denying it at first. i guess i just had to accept it.

but then i realized the good thing about it. yes, i broke the promise i myself made but it gave me a chance to look beyond what people looked like. i also gave people a chance to be seen beyond society's labels.

if i have a broken VHS player, i would go to the appliance center to replace it with a new one. something much better. a DVD player perhaps?