A week ago, I was just a poor man’s friend, a commoner’s person. I roamed the streets, known as a friendly to storekeepers and neighborhood friends alike. For years I have walked these paths. I know these paths like no other. I was here since birth and have made myself known as the go-to.
Okay. Breathe. You’ve finally made it to the biggest stage in the world. It is your time to shine. Just be calm, you’re gonna do your own thing and you’re gonna win because you’re the best. Yes, Tiffany Hwang. You. Are. The best.
It’s funny how things in life can escalate. One moment you’re sitting at your table, enjoying your mum’s experimental cooking and the next you’re having a conversation with the most wonderful girl you can ever imagine yourself to meet. Life can sometimes surprise you like that. They say that introverted people need to go out more if they wish to meet more people because they don’t jump out of the fridge like that, but what if they did come out of a fridge? A virtual fridge? This. This is the story of how I met a girl.
Wow. I can’t believe that this is all happening right now. There she is standing in front of me, nervous, anxious, but happy nonetheless. Our eyes cross each other’s vision for just a split second, but that second was more than enough to raise our heartbeat and turn our heads as we once again shy away from one another. I look at her naturally powdered skin and smokey eyes as my mind drifts off and takes me back several hours ago. And it all started with a…
It was late in the evening, the digital numbers in the middle of my screen tells me that we’re 30 minutes away from closing time. My eyelids were falling heavy and I was having trouble collecting enough strength to stay awake. My imminent slumber was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Close down the restaurant and come up, quick. My dad abruptly told me. My drowsiness still covering my mind like thick mist, somehow managed catch the orange flag in the distance. I locked the doors, blew out the candles and turned off the light before I packed my thing and made my way upstairs. I pushed through the door with the sign that says [private] and find my mom sitting uneasily on her chair. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right.
There’s a lot of reasons why people feel weak. They could do something wrong, they could be heartbroken or they could just be depressed. Whereas most people prefer to lie in bed with a movie and some ice cream, I can’t possibly fathom myself in that very same position. Why? Because I’m not like everyone else.
When I grew up, I’ve asked my mom about what love is. She told me that when my dad and her came together, I was created and that I am the source of their love together. She said that watching me burn like the sun made them feel proud. In the 3,5 hours I spend together with them, that was the message that always stuck. Mom and dad died in each other’s embrace. I can’t think of anything more romantic than that. I wished that I too could experience that one day. I just didn’t think that day would be so much different from how I’d imagine it to be.