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We’re all a lot of where we come from, just as much as we are the people who raised us and who we’ve met along the way.
I’ve learned small things about him. Like how he can sprint. Fast. Like how he’ll hold open doors for every person, and the bright smile he’ll give them is never filled with fake kindness. Like how he didn’t prepare for a spontaneous trip to Paris, but before boarding, he grabbed a blue bomber jacket and candy from his car. He stuffed lollipops in his jean’s pocket.
“Then I made the right decision with this show. Aunt Lily always says she can predict love, but she has nothing on me.”
LeChatRouge0502.” “How do you spell it?” I spell out le chat rouge and describe the capitalization. “Why 0502? Don’t you usually go for 1118 in passwords?” 11/18 is my birthday. November 18th. May 2nd is Oscar’s birthday.
The more I’m understanding Charlie, the more I’m realizing he’s more of an open book than people would believe, but his pages are written in an ancient language.
I realize I actually have regrets about how this all went down. I wish I screamed louder and harder back at Woody’s that I don’t like Charlie. I wish I yelled that I like Jack. I’m dating Jack Highland. I’m with Jack Highland. Every phrase in every dictionary that means, he’s it for me.
“Basta ikaw,” he says in Tagalog, and translates again, “Because it’s you, as long as I’m with you.”
“Whoa! Uh-huh…these stay near me, meu raio de sol.” His eyes soften at the nickname, letting go of the chips too easily. “What does that mean exactly?” I toss another chip in my mouth. “My sunshine.” He laughs into a brighter smile. There it is. “Fits well.”
“What does love feel like?” My breath heavies, my eyes veering to Oscar. His gaze already glued to me. Love? All I know is my love for Oscar carries me like the water. A feeling of invincibility. The patience as the ocean laps underneath my body. The anticipation as the perfect wave rolls near. The cool excitement and power as I stand up. As I ride those impossible swells, and once I’m in the barrel, all the doubts and fears wash away. Leaving a bright burst of indescribable bliss. That is his love to me.
