i just found out; my good friend's jordan suddenly spoke to her. it's weird because we were just tiny naive little things in secondary school when it all began. before everything. before anything. when things were simple, and boys were just meant to be giggled at. initials to be doodled in chemistry textbooks and hearts with arrows all over the place.
life is a funny thing. last time i would've said life keeps playing practical jokes on us, but to keep up with the times, it would probably be," life keeps pulling a PUNK'D one on us". we're clueless up till the very end, when we suddenly realise we've each played a role in the grand scheme of things.
i used to go her house almost every other day; to study for tests, do our homework or just hang out. she told me about this cute guy in her neighbourhood that she kept meeting at the bus stop and i told her about this cute guy i met on my shuttle bus, while coming home from school one day. i was exhausted after hours of dance club practice. gawky, glassified+bracified; the typical pre-pubescent teenager. he was gorgeous. tall and handsome. perfect voice. perfect everything. the anti-me.
i met him once. just once. but it was enough.
while walking around her estate one day, we decided to come up with the perfect name for a guy. after much thought and randomly throwing out hilarious names, jordan stuck. and so jordan it was. her jordan, my jordan. it wasn't so much the crush itself, but jordan embodied everything that we wanted in a guy.
more specifically, the perfect guy.
she found out his real name one day, but jordan was what we continued to call him. while walking around her estate, i used to scream out his real name to get him out of his hiding place (even though we knew where he lived). i walked out on her balcony and did the same thing while she covered her face in shame and tried to lock me someplace safe. away from the public eye AND ear.
i never saw jordan again. but then.. even if i DID see him, i wouldn't know, because it's been so long that i don't even remember what he looks like now, or looked like then. maybe i'll meet him someday. you never know. when i do, i'm praying that my womanly instincts will kick into high gear. maybe give me an indication or something, a gut feeling that it's HIM.
who am i kidding? the chances of ever meeting jordan again are ridiculously slim, it's barely even there. i met the guy ONCE. if only he knew the impact that he had on my life.
if only he knew the impact he had on me.
someday, i'll meet my jordan. my perfect guy. that day may not be right now, or even in the near future. but i choose to believe.
as long as i keep believing, anything's possible.
i still have faith in fate.
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