It was 1999. Internet Relay Chat (mIRC) was a huge thing back then and I was chatting with this guy. I was 18 that time and he was 17. After an hour online, we decided to meet the next day in a nearby shopping centre, which happened to be not far from his school. He was a medical student. Freshman.
There was no photo of him, so I had no idea how he looked like. He just told me that he’s wearing his school uniform and also a red cap. When I arrived at the designated place, he was already there. He was handsome and it made me nervous.
“Vincent?” I said with a slight quiver in my voice as I approached him.
“Charles, right?” he replied with a huge smile that caught me by surprised.
We shook hands and decided to walk around as we talked. He was easy to talk to and by the end of the day we exchanged numbers with the promise that I would call him later that night.
As I walked back home, I took out the Walkman in my pocket, attached the earphones and turned the radio function on. Right there and then this song just started to play:
When I got back home, I kept on smiling like I was on something and even the maids were wondering. I couldn’t even eat dinner as the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering madly as the time ticked slowly.
“Should I call him or not,” I whispered to myself as I stared at the clock mounted on the wall. It was already 9pm.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number he gave me. It rang twice before someone answered.
“Hello,” said the voice on the other line.
I recognised the voice, but I went on, “Hello, can I talk to Vincent?”
“Speaking. I’ve been waiting for your call,” he said.
“Really?” I said incredulously.
“Yes, really,” he said. “I find you cute.” There was a matter-of-factly tone injected there.
My cheeks turned warm when I heard those words especially from someone that was really good looking. I had a very low-esteem growing up, but that’s another story to tell.
“You’re really cute as well,” I said softly as my heart was doing some somersaults. Still I couldn’t believe from what I just heard.
“Now that’s settled, can we meet tomorrow for lunch or dinner?” he said cheerily.
Vincent was my first love and I couldn’t deny it. That time he insisted that this would be our song:
It was a whirlwind romance that lasted for 8 months. It took me over 2 years to get over him resulting in a series of failed relationships. No one could hold a candle to him and I never got the closure that I deserved. During my personal dark ages, I became a slut as I searched for something that would quench my thirst for love.
These two songs were my constant companions as I wallowed in misery:
Fast forward to 2006, it was a year after I moved to another country for college. I gave up my search for love and shifted my focus on school and career. It is indeed true when people say that good things come when you least expect them. My ever after came (you can read how Odd and I met here) and this is our song:
Music is powerful. A mere song could rekindle a memory lost in the deepest ocean of our subconscious mind. Thank goodness for Spotify and Youtube!
That’s all for now and I wished everyone a lovely ever after!