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Captain Introbert: Kryptonite

If Superman has a Kryptonite for a weakness, then Captain Introbert has a fruit for his — Cherry. The only difference would be was that Captain Introbert loved his weakness. The most unfortunate weakness any superhero could have.

He thought that he had already fallen out of crush with her. He thought that he had already won the constant struggle of shoving the thoughts of Cherry every morn. His hopeless romantic mindset was replaced with cordial interaction. Conversations, actions, and whatnot don’t feel awkward anymore. The more he thought of the thought that he fell in love with her once made him laugh. Silly me, he thought. “I fell in love with this girl?”

Classroom interactions don’t feel lousy anymore. No more pretention and hiding of feelings. The more he spent time with her, knowing her even better caused confusion in his recently clarified heart. They said there’s always a calm before the storm. I suppose they are right, for another tumult developed inside Robert’s heart.

Just like a bud blooming into a flower, a girl turned into a lady. Cherry’s 18th birthday came and was fast approaching.

Two days left until the big day. He hasn’t received any invitations yet. He was half-expecting of course. Half-expecting to be personally invited by her. He knew it. He knew that he would never have a chance to be invited by Cherry personally. Who was he? Just her neighbor. Just her classmate.

The big day came and still no invitations.

“Robert, why aren’t you dressed yet? Have you forgotten today’s Cherry’s debut?” He never forgot, actually. He always remembered Cherry’s birthday, he always think about her. Could he afford to forget the most important day in Cherry’s life? Of course not!

“I’m not going. She didn’t invite me.” Enough said.

“Don’t be silly my boy. Haven’t you received the invitations?”

“But it only says Mr. and Mrs. Robson. Should I insist myself on attending her party?”

“So, that’s what you’re worried about? Tell me son, when was the time ego fixed a problem?”

Needless to say, he ended up getting dressed although reluctant to attend the love of his life’s party.

The theme was festive, but Robert’s heart was miserable. He saw his classmates, their classmates. He immediately felt insignificant. His classmates were invited while he being her neighbor and classmate at the same time wasn’t?

If there’s a debutante, there would always be roses, 18 of them actually. Robert was worried about Cherry might not be having the roses. Maybe Cherry forgot about the roses or maybe Cherry would conduct an impromptu search for the 18 roses. Then the introduction of the Roses came. It was her dad who escorted her to the center aisle. Then the second came. The third came. Then suddenly they were complete. It was already programmed. How could he be so clueless? His heart was crushed by the thought that there would never be a surprise 18 Roses, that there would never be a Robert in the 18 roses. They started to dance. They twirled, smiled, and laughed through the music. Although his heart was throbbing, he was honestly happy to see Cherry happy. Roses represent the special guys in a girl’s life, and he wished he was part of them. He was happy of the thought that Cherry was enjoying her birthday with the persons she loved,  yet sad because of the fact that Cherry has no more available space in the special-persons-slot for him in her heart. Just as heart-crushing the thoughts were, the same sentiments were what he felt when Cherry began to dance her final rose. Jasper. Her eyes didn’t hide the joy she had when she danced him. Robert saw the twinkling and sparkles in her eyes as they swayed and danced through the music. They were so precious in Robert’s eyes — seeing the love of his life happy, despite being with the love of her life. Are you happy now odds?

Maybe he could make a one last look and bid farewell to his life’s love. One last look won’t hurt right? He was walking away towards the exit. Oh boy, you’ve surely lost your hopes. He imagined his life like one of those in the movies. The guy walks away, and then the girl runs after him. A wishful thinking indeed.

“Hey!”

Robert turned around and realized one thing in his life, that last ones won’t really be the last. He was looking at Cherry for another one last time. Star-struck, dumbfounded, love-struck, what else? Name it, for that was what Robert felt when he saw Cherry in front of him. He might have seen a princess. No, she should have been an angel. An angel wearing the color of a cherry? Silly. Of course it’s Cherry. Far more beautiful than an angel, and more precious than a princess.

“Oh, hey.” The lamest response a guy could ever give. So you’re now playing hard to get huh, Robert?

“Thank you very much for attending my debut. Your presence means so much to me.” Seriously? Robert thought throughout the program that he was not welcome. But here she was, thanking her despite her not inviting him personally. How cool is that?

“You’re kidding right? I was even ashamed to show my face to you because I felt like a party crasher.”

“No, don’t think of that. I’m really glad you came.”

“Can I take a photograph of us?”

“I would gladly accept your request.” Another move that put Robert’s heart into jeopardy. It’s really a bad idea taking a photograph together with your Kryptonite. What is the sense of battling a Love Monster only to rescue your Kryptonite? Think Robert, think! Where is the logic in that?

Note:
I hope it won’t suck.

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Captain Introbert: The Battle of The Love Monster

He suffered a bad case of low self-esteem. In that moment he was certain that he was never good enough. Never will, never have. He coped up, strived hard, and fought a needless fight against self-pity. He became unsure of himself, worse he became harsh. He obsessed in making himself look good. He became what he is not. What else could he prove to Cherry? Poems? Stories? Chocolates? He wished he knew.

Time accompanied Robert through the pain. It mended his broken heart, and healed his self-worth. They became best friends. For quite a long while, he still believed that one day he’d be able to love her. He convinced time that he’ll be able to withstand a long period of waiting. Time reassured him that he’ll support him, given that he’d wait for time’s perfect timing. Robert was a big fan of perfect timing, so rare, so evasive, so fluid. Oh, Robert’s optimistic heart. Should I say, Robert’s stubborn heart?

A couple of years passed, the same house, the same scenario, but not the same feelings Robert has for Cherry. The zeal for Cherry was still the same, yet he lowered the rank of Cherry in his heart from being his true love to a mere crush. That would be the best way to lessen the pain inflicted to him every time he thinks about his unrequited love for her. Soon enough, they went to college, and didn’t expect that they would end up studying in the same classroom. The odds must be playing with Robert. All of those times he spent with time, he thought that he had already suppressed his burning feelings for Cherry. There, towards his right, beside the window, sat Cherry. Their gaze would never meet. Cherry would always look at the things outside the window, while Robert would always look at her. For most of the time in school, he noticed that they would just keep on day dreaming. He, thinking of her, while she, thinking of, oh well, let it not be Jasper.

Seeing her everyday makes him want to make poems, write stories, and give chocolates. Seeing her everyday makes him desperate. One boring afternoon lecture, he gave up dreaming on her. Well, not really. He flipped the pages of his notebook and decided to doodle. He managed to make a brilliant idea, he supposed. He drew himself, Cherry, and the love monster in the form of an octopus. His imagination went too fast, he imagined himself wearing an armor and having a sword. There, on his far front stood the love monster, holding Cherry with its long numerous tentacles. He charged with all his strength and slayed the love monster. In that moment, in the eyes of Cherry, Robert was her hero, her knight in shining armor. If only being in love was as easy as killing a love monster, Robert would surely beat all those hideous love monsters who kept on shooting a young man’s heart with cupid’s arrow while making the girl felt otherwise. If, and only if.

A loud clap abducted Robert from his imagination back to reality. Two hands landed firmly on the either side of Robert’s desk. “And what are you doing Mr. Robert in the middle of my discussion? No, no, no, no, no. Day dreaming again Mr. lover boy?” Robert caught a giggle from Cherry. He then looked down to what he had drawn, speechless. Well, love really can disarm a man, even the most cautious of them all. 

A young man in love is the most miserable person in the world. Even the most educated and well bred lad might experience grief and sorrow when in love. Or Is he? Is he even in love with Cherry? Are his claims about his love for Cherry true or they are just another misinterpretations of love?

Note:
Again, it’s far from what I’m supposed to do. It seems that the output unveiled all by itself.