He got My First as Collateral

Chapter 8 Poems

We got home after bidding our goodbyes. My dad immediately got off to work as well as mom. My room was all gloomy as I didn’t care lifting the curtains to brighten up this little sanctuary of mine . What for? I sighs as my phone beeps as to notify me with new message.

“Hello babe…hope you’re fine. I love you. Come on smile for me.” That’s how Caiden’s text message goes for me.

“You don’t know how much I miss you already. Stay safe. I love you too.” I replied.

“Come on babe. How can you miss me when I am just inside your heart?” Here we go again with his heart warming pick up lines. I can’t help but smile.

I remember the notebook he gave me earlier. It was a black Veco classic note with hard plastic covers. My phone beeps again only to know that Caiden is busy that he can’t reply to my texts anymore.

“Sorry babe..but gotta do something important. I love you.”

I opened the notebook in my hand. The first page contains his amateur calligraphy of his name. So cute. I flip the following page. Oh it was a poem he wrote about our first meet up entitled “Oh dear heart why?”

I started reading his piece.

“School days have come

Vacation times are gone

I was late on the first day

Which become a routine of mine everyday…” I can still remember how a transferee comes late in school.

“From a distance , there I saw her

I was stunned, my eyes opened wider

I cant explain what I just felt

It’s like my frozen heart started to melt…

“Oh dear heart, may I ask what was that?

Oh dear heart, why do you beat so fast?

Oh dear heart, why do you do that?

Oh dear heart, I thought last time was the last?” The last line makes me remember how he hesitated courting me before because of his past. He had his first heartbreak from his first love. Too bad he was my first but I am not his. But no one can really turn back time, isn’t it?

“Oh dear heart days have passed

Oh dear heart, I believe I am right

Oh dear heart, I had realize

Oh dear heart, it must be love at first sight.” Our ceiling witnesses how I am smiling like crazy. I proceeded in the last paragraph.

“Oh dear heart, she’s on my head

My dear heart, her face won’t be erased

Oh dear heart, I wish that someday

My dear heart in her arms, I’ll be able to stay.”

And he did stayed in my arms. I am falling in love with his romantic way of making my heart pounds so hard.

I flip and flip the page. I am so amaze at the same time feeling butterflies in my stomach with the content of his poems.

But among his poems, I find this very entertaining- “Jealous Guy” It goes this way.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you

I am sorry that I made you cry

I am sorry for not replying I love you

For I am a jealous a jealous guy…” I am glad he admitted it in his poem. He never admitted it in personal.

“I just don’t like it when your around him

It makes my heart ache that I could punch him

Deep inside I want to cry

I am sorry for being a jealous guy…

I think I know who is he pertaining to. Haist! Caiden is indeed a jealous guy. It was Ali for Pete’s sake. My boy best friend since grade 7. But unfortunately, they’d migrated in US last year.

“I hate it when both of you spend more time together

It’s like we are not meant for each other

You were friends yes I know

But I am jealous of what I saw…

Gosh! Caiden…I never imagined you feeling this way. Did I just fail you as your girl?

“I hope you understand

Because now I think I understand

That him was your best friend

And I am just your boyfriend…

“I’m sorry for being a jealous guy

Now, I won’t bother him I’ll try

You have my trust so it’s okay

But in his arms, darling please don’t stay.”

My man is romantically dramatic in here. I find it cute. Curling my lips for a smile, I thank the Almighty for giving me a chance meeting a man like Caiden.

*Phone beeps

I look at my phone to see Caiden’s new message.

“I bet my lil' presidents is reading my poems. Enjoy. I love you. I’ll take a nap.”

Days have passed and the probationary period of MMA started. I wanted to be there but I can’t. I am only getting updates on what is happening to him on social media. Luckily , there is a Chief Engineer in that school who is fond of Vloging and documenting important events related to seamanship and PMMA. Through his channel, I was able to watch how Caiden’s first day as probee was like.

It wasn’t easy at all adding the fact that it was raining that day. I saw how the aspiring cadets of PMMA including Caiden was left dripping under the rain. They were commanded to do push ups and any sort of physical activities. I am nearly crying. It's like my body also got exhausted watching how they struggled to do what is commanded to them. But I know, my baby is strong.

I am really thankful that he is an athlete that he had already built up his strength and endurance throughout the years. And Caiden was really strong. Out of the 500 aspiring cadets, about a hundred failed the first day challenge and Caiden was among those remaining steadfast. I am really proud of him.

Uncle Francis returned to the town as soon as the first day challenge ended. For one month, we never had had communication as part of their protocol. I missed him so much but I know this is for the best.