"Cold Spaghetti"
by: Reggie B. dela TorreI fell in love with him because he never stopped trying to make me feel the same way he does.
He never gets tired of doing all sorts of stuffs for me.
Even if I pretend I don’t care,
Even if I tell him he’s not my type,
Even if I try and stay away from him…
He still goes to me and would do all those sweet stuffs for me.
I actually don’t like her at first because of her strict attitude.
She would raise a brow, give that “I don’t care” facial expression
or would just simply walk away when I try to approach her or when trying to open up a convo with her.
But for some reason, the very reason why I didn’t liked her at first became the reason why I got attracted to her.
(over-)Optimistic as I am, I still tried to befriend her.
I would tease her and when she gets annoyed, I would tell her she still looks beautiful even when she’s grumpy…
Then would take it back by telling her she looks more beautiful when she smiles.
We became close. Really close.
We’d share stories about our lives, share secrets,
watch movies together, have coffee together and all of those kind of stuffs…
I love to cook and he loves to paint.
Often times, he joins contests in painting.
Whenever he joins contests, I would feel abandoned because he puts much of his attention on his works.
It makes me wanna wish he’d stop joining those contests.
She’s my inspiration in joining contests.
That’s why I give my all in doing my entries.
I want to make myself worthy for her.
That even a nutcrack like me could have achievements.
At times, she’d visit and would bring me some spaghetti that she made.
Spag’s my favorite by the way.
It would end up just being in the fridge though because I’m just to busy to do anything else.
She’d just observe me for hours as I paint.
And when she gets hungry, she’d get some spag from the fridge and eat.
She gets too lazy to heat it up so she eats it cold.
I know he loves me.
But what he loves more is what I don’t know.
Is it me or his passion in painting?
He’d do his paintings like I’m not even around.
He wouldn’t even bother to eat or just taste the spaghetti that I so hard made for him.
Sometimes, I would just pretend I’m hungry and would get some spaghetti from the fridge
But my real purpose was to not let him see me about to cry.
I just love her spaghetti
I only get to eat it before I go to bed though.
Like her, I get too stubborn to heat it up so I eat it cold as well.
Can’t wait to finish my entry so I can start my surprise for her.
The “eating cold spaghetti while watching him paint” routine went on for weeks.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I miss him so much.
The worse thing is that he’s there but just too busy.
I cried one time while eating the cold spaghetti.
He noticed me crying and asked me what’s wrong…
I couldn’t answer him.
I just walked away and went home.
I hope she’ll love the surprise I’m about to give her.
I only get the time to continue doing it when she’s not around.
I hope she’s not mad at me.
She stopped visiting me since the day I saw her cry…
Right after the contest, I’ll go see her.
The present’s already wrapped.
A day after the contest he joined, his mom called me and told me to meet her.
Upon getting to the venue, she gave me a box and a letter.
She said it was a gift he was yet to give me.
She was crying…
And she said…
“He’s already gone…”
“He got shot by someone upon going somewhere right after the contest. His wallet and accessories were stolen. All that remained was the box and the letter.”
This is what was written in the letter:
Cold Spaghetti reminds me of how patient you are...
How understandable you are...
And that you care for me and love me...
I learned to love eating cold spaghetti because of those reasons...
I was gonna paint a portrait of you...
But a painting of cold spaghetti just seems so
meaningful
I love you...
so much...
and I'm sorry for not showing you I do recently.
It's hart to do the painting without you not getting to see it
before its done.
Again, I love you...
Hope you'll love the painting I made you.
Along with it was a painting of a spaghetti.
Colors used were only shades of blue.
Life is truly full of uncertainties.
I guess a lesson that can be learned from this story is to show and let know those persons you love that you really love them before its too late.
We'll only get to live once.
What you have to do is make that enough :)
He never gets tired of doing all sorts of stuffs for me.
Even if I pretend I don’t care,
Even if I tell him he’s not my type,
Even if I try and stay away from him…
He still goes to me and would do all those sweet stuffs for me.
I actually don’t like her at first because of her strict attitude.
She would raise a brow, give that “I don’t care” facial expression
or would just simply walk away when I try to approach her or when trying to open up a convo with her.
But for some reason, the very reason why I didn’t liked her at first became the reason why I got attracted to her.
(over-)Optimistic as I am, I still tried to befriend her.
I would tease her and when she gets annoyed, I would tell her she still looks beautiful even when she’s grumpy…
Then would take it back by telling her she looks more beautiful when she smiles.
We became close. Really close.
We’d share stories about our lives, share secrets,
watch movies together, have coffee together and all of those kind of stuffs…
I love to cook and he loves to paint.
Often times, he joins contests in painting.
Whenever he joins contests, I would feel abandoned because he puts much of his attention on his works.
It makes me wanna wish he’d stop joining those contests.
She’s my inspiration in joining contests.
That’s why I give my all in doing my entries.
I want to make myself worthy for her.
That even a nutcrack like me could have achievements.
At times, she’d visit and would bring me some spaghetti that she made.
Spag’s my favorite by the way.
It would end up just being in the fridge though because I’m just to busy to do anything else.
She’d just observe me for hours as I paint.
And when she gets hungry, she’d get some spag from the fridge and eat.
She gets too lazy to heat it up so she eats it cold.
I know he loves me.
But what he loves more is what I don’t know.
Is it me or his passion in painting?
He’d do his paintings like I’m not even around.
He wouldn’t even bother to eat or just taste the spaghetti that I so hard made for him.
Sometimes, I would just pretend I’m hungry and would get some spaghetti from the fridge
But my real purpose was to not let him see me about to cry.
I just love her spaghetti
I only get to eat it before I go to bed though.
Like her, I get too stubborn to heat it up so I eat it cold as well.
Can’t wait to finish my entry so I can start my surprise for her.
The “eating cold spaghetti while watching him paint” routine went on for weeks.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I miss him so much.
The worse thing is that he’s there but just too busy.
I cried one time while eating the cold spaghetti.
He noticed me crying and asked me what’s wrong…
I couldn’t answer him.
I just walked away and went home.
I hope she’ll love the surprise I’m about to give her.
I only get the time to continue doing it when she’s not around.
I hope she’s not mad at me.
She stopped visiting me since the day I saw her cry…
Right after the contest, I’ll go see her.
The present’s already wrapped.
A day after the contest he joined, his mom called me and told me to meet her.
Upon getting to the venue, she gave me a box and a letter.
She said it was a gift he was yet to give me.
She was crying…
And she said…
“He’s already gone…”
“He got shot by someone upon going somewhere right after the contest. His wallet and accessories were stolen. All that remained was the box and the letter.”
This is what was written in the letter:
How understandable you are...
And that you care for me and love me...
I learned to love eating cold spaghetti because of those reasons...
I was gonna paint a portrait of you...
But a painting of cold spaghetti just seems so
meaningful
I love you...
so much...
and I'm sorry for not showing you I do recently.
It's hart to do the painting without you not getting to see it
before its done.
Again, I love you...
Hope you'll love the painting I made you.
Along with it was a painting of a spaghetti.
Colors used were only shades of blue.
Life is truly full of uncertainties.
I guess a lesson that can be learned from this story is to show and let know those persons you love that you really love them before its too late.
We'll only get to live once.
What you have to do is make that enough :)
