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by xtin
Rated: · Book · Fantasy · #1267896
A story about reality and illusion, love and infatuation.
She had met the man dressed in a clown costume at a first class theatre near her aunt’s, and by the moment she saw him, she knew she had fallen head over heels with the man on a clown costume.

The man was tall and skinny. His body looked like something very elastic and flexible, She was tempted to giggle, but she managed to quickly push the thought away. He liked a good laugh, and albeit cheerful, he had eyes that looked they were about sleep. Under them, were marks of insomnia and some stress. Judging from this, she figured he was not a good looking man at all, she wondered how he managed to catch her like a fish from a small pond. She didn’t even know anything about him, her family and friends would certainly tell her she was insane because of the very fact that she fell for a complete stranger. I never believed at love at first sight, nor did she believe in love for the opposite sex. It was all too quick, all too unexpected. She never even was interested in theatre in the first place, and seeing him act onstage wasn’t what interested her, she hardly paid any attention to that. Nevertheless, she felt the beat of her heart go faster when she caught the sight of something that seemed strange. It was as if he was going to approach her, and lo! There he was, standing next to her, smiling. She was prone to flirting, but had she flirted with a feeling this deep. For a moment, she thought, “Arrogant fool, you think you’re gorgeous? Well, you’re not. You look like a grotesque clown whose hobby is to scare children away. Heh” She tried to look at him with resentment, but her eyes told otherwise, and the man had read them.
“Not enjoying eh, Milady?” He gave her a heartwarming smile, and she felt her heart melt. She thought it was as if he was reading her mind! All her life, she never believed in melting hearts, and butterflies in the stomach, it was all nonsense. Food for the mind of fools who believed they understood love for what it’s worth. How ironic that she thought she was already becoming a member of those love fools, because now she knew, why ‘heart’ was the perfect metaphor for love. It was not a simple organ that pumps blood as she formerly understood; it was the main organ that kept us alive. She can’t help but smile back. “May I offer you something to eat or drink?” The man asked, she smiled, “A drink perhaps” The theatre had a built-in restaurant, or more appropriate, a bar. The floor was made with black marble, and so was the stage, which made her heels make loud sounds while they were walking. These sounds didn’t make noise, though, for it would best be described as music to both of their ears.

They brought the drinks in the veranda. It was a deep starry night, quiet and peaceful. Seconds, minutes, hours went by. They shared problems with each other, and later, they told each other their hidden secrets. They were both shocked by the openness that they had. “I can’t believe I’m telling my deepest and darkest secrets to a complete stranger!” She told him while laughing, he replied “I wouldn’t call the girl of my dreams a stranger!” he said, absolutely sober. Secretly, they both knew to themselves the reason regarding their openness, and even if it was, indeed, a bit too early to tell, they knew it was love.

It was not until midnight that they realized they were wrapped up in each other’s arms, but it wasn’t too much of a shock anymore, considering everything they’ve shared. Both of them saw it coming, and neither had resisted. They noticed, but neither of them spoke, it was silent, very silent.

“You know, when I was a girl” She broke the silence. “I had a lot of flings, but I never believed in love, nor did I believe that I could find it in my teenage years, but who am I to say? How dare I conclude something I haven’t had any experience with? Who dare say that a teenage has no right to fall in love?” The man dressed in a clown costume looked surprised. “Love has been a stranger to me, and I always thought it will, because I never believed that such a thing existed” His forehead started to show some wrinkles. “Until you came along, I know it’s still way too early to say, but just let me love you, I don’t ask anything in return.” She turned to him and smiled. The man smiled back, “I understand. In my case, I always thought I’ve always been in love, but now I realize how love truly feels, and it’s not something I’ve felt before. When I saw you watching, you caught my eye, and I never wanted to revert them from you again, it’s the first time I felt that, and I knew it was real.” She didn’t seem to relate, but he went on anyway. “Love has no certain definition, so there really is no telling or a definite measurement wherein you can tell everyone after you’ve measured that you’re definitely in love because it turned out to be accurate according to your measurement.” There was a pause. “They say thousands of meanings and synonyms to love, but the greatest geniuses didn’t pay much attention to describing what love really was, because they knew it was something inscrutable.” He turned to her, with bright eyes. “I know it’s too early as well, but like you told me, you don’t have to believe me and I don’t ask anything in return. Just let me love you, and perhaps someday, it’d be the reason why I died a happy man” They both smiled to each other, snuggling.

Another performer of the theatre was about to approach the veranda, he was looking for the man dressed in a clown costume. The performer was wearing something that looked like steel, he was supposed to be a gold robot. From his features, she could easily tell that the gold robot man was handsome. He also had a great build, but none of that interested her anymore, for he was just another Mr. Perfect that doesn’t make her feel anything. Besides, Mr. Right was right there, snuggling her, so why care? The man in the gold robot’s nametag read “Justin Davis”, she suddenly remembered that she didn’t know the name of her Mr. Right, she peeked into his nametag, it was “Robert Davis”, then, something hit her. “brothers?” She thought. “Oh well, what does it matter?” she closed her eyes.

“Oh-My-God!” Justin burst, “Robert, what are you doing? How long have you two been together??” Robert smiled, “Just now” he didn’t even bother to turn his head to face Justin. Justin, then again, burst into laughter, “I’ll you two in private then!” The words barely making it through his laughter. He suddenly bent down to say something to Robert, “Be careful there, bro, that’s the daughter of the Governor you’ve got.” He left the veranda, leaving them alone.

They both talked and talked, they never ran out of things to say to each other, thus, they lost track of time. She checked her watch, it was 3am, but both of them were still very alive and full of energy. She wished she didn’t have a curfew, but at the age of 24, she did. She had to leave, they kissed each other goodbye. “Will I ever see you again?” Robert asked. “Of course” she answered, without a thought.


Three years had passed, but it didn’t matter to her, because after believing in love, she now believed in serendipity. They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, he didn’t ask, she didn’t bother. She knew they would meet again. He probably just forgot.

One sunny day, she and her friend, decided to go out and hit the mall for fun. Her friend had been talking to someone in her cell phone all day, and so she asked. “Who’s that?” Her friend replied, “Oh, Robert Davis, he’s an entrepreneur, third largest investor in our bank, one of our most important clients. He’s a big catch I tell you, a big one.” She was shocked, flabbergasted. “Where can I find him?” She quickly asked. Her friend was a bit surprised, “He’s with his brother right now, he told me they were going to the theatre near your aunt’s. Why?” Her eyes brightened, “Nothing, I have to go” Her friend was still surprised, “Weird” her friend thought.

She arrived at the theatre after a few minutes; it wasn’t long before she spotted Robert, even without the make-up of a clown, and with corporate attire he was indeed recognizable with his sleepy eyes. He was holding a can of beer, laughing with David. She walked towards them. They didn’t notice. She then walked back and forth, back and forth, but it didn’t bear fruit. After that, she decided it was best to approach him. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked Robert, teary eyed. Robert looked confused, “Pardon?” He said. “You don’t remember me, Robert, you didn’t remember a thing.” Robert looked more confused than ever, “Excuse me, but, but, how’d you know my name?” Justin quickly interrupted, “maybe some wacko reporter you had an interview with” Robert raised his left eyebrow. “I-I’m sorry” she walked away.

“What was that weird lady talking about?” asked Justin. “I don’t know, maybe some reporter, I think I saw her on TV once, she looks familiar” Robert said, nearly a whisper. “Wait, wasn’t that the Governor’s daughter?” Justin said, nearly a shout. Robert grinned “How am I supposed to know? You’re the chick magnet here!” They both laughed, “Man! That was big fish!” Justin said, laughing.

As she arrived home, she can’t believe Robert had forgotten here over 3 years. She sobbed, “Was it really three years? Or had I gone crazy?” She thought to herself. She can’t remember what happened to her after her first meeting with Robert. It was as if she had amnesia and all that was left to her was Robert’s memories. Finally, she got up and called her friend, “Jan, where was I last night?” Jan replied, “Why, you were in the theatre near your aunt’s of course, Why do you ask? You fell asleep as you always do in front of shows, so we carried you to your car, and your chauffeur drove you home. What kind of a question is that, anyway?” She got what she wanted, she said “Thanks” and hung up.
Now she knew why she didn’t remember the things that happened to her after her first meeting with Robert. Now she knew why Robert hadn’t remembered her, but she didn’t regret anything. She had learned a lot, even though she had never been a part of Robert’s life. She knew Robert hadn’t lied to her even once, because now she knows. It wasn’t three years after all, it was a night, and she had been asleep all along, this morning, she had just woke up.
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