It was Monday when she first saw him and his goofy smile. It was just a smile, nothing special. She even believed that hers was far more charming. For her, it was nothing but a set of cavities spread underneath a red tint on ripening tomatoes. Well, not-so-red tint as a matter of fact.
It was Tuesday when he said hi for the first time. She looked back when he called her name and saw a brightly-lit crescent moon fixed on his face. She smiled back and thought how this moon can be so warm and inviting.
It was Wednesday when they passed by each other again. He was joking around with his friends, his smiles contrasting the cold, concrete walls of the School of Economics. When their eyes met, he smiled at her and so did she. His smile reminded her of the endless smiley doodles on her notes. That night, she found herself doodling more yellow smiley emoticons, adding glasses to each one.
It was Thursday when she felt excited to go to school. With the hopes of seeing him again, she wore a dress. She didn’t know how, but his smile was like Jollibee’s - the smile that made her smile when she was younger.
It was Friday when she found bananas quite sweet and addicting it became her favorite fruit. But then again, she thought, that no banana could match up with the sweetness of the smile of the person at the far end of the cafeteria she’d been staring at.
It was Saturday, after her make-up classes, when she saw him holding hands with another girl. The girl was petite and had fair complexion; she thought that the girl was too skinny and had crooked teeth. That evening, while she was reviewing for a math test, she suddenly closed her notes. She was reviewing about parabolas, and they reminded her of his smile. She hated math even more because of that.
It was Sunday when she stopped adding glasses on those smiley doodles. In her eyes, his smile was just a smile. Only that this smile was as sweet as her favorite Hershey’s chocolate.
It was Monday of the following week when she saw him and his goofy smile again. It was just a smile, but it was also something special. Hers was far more charming, but she can’t deny the fact that his had a certain charm.
She believed that the magic of Cupid’s arrow wore off, though. Or tried to believe at least.
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Week by KASH
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