My Cliché Love Story | Adrianne E.
Magic; Illusions-Words that fight each other but are ironically best friends. We met during our department’s annual exhibit week. I went wandering in different rooms, trying to find an inspiration to my next project. A sculpture named “Menangis Kerusi” caught my eye. It sounded like a scientific name. It looked like it was made of pathetic modelling clay ready to be thrown away but the maker felt pity for it so he formed it into an abstract sculpture. Strange but interesting. Mystified must be the right description to my state. Until an usher told me that it is a couch of tears. Realizing that I have been thinking too deep, the strange clay became a couch hidden in the magic of the maker using the illusion of sad curves. Then I remembered, I had a specific place in my room where I would cry when I felt like it. Somehow I felt connected with it but I found it funny to find myself hypocritically analyzing an art very different at my forte.
“That one is crappy, would you like to go to the paintings?” said the usher. He was tall and formal. But there was something mischievous about him. How could he insult a work in his own field? I really had nothing to do so I mindlessly nodded and glimpsed at the sign on the sculpture before I followed his lead, “KH.” We roamed around the exhibit of paintings, occasionally stopping by some humorous caricatures and representations. He was knowledgeable of everything around. He carefully explained the abstract paintings’ media and its reasons, time and emotions in a language that he knew I could understand. I wondered or he was just doing his job or just being friendly or both.
The following week, I saw an ID by the bathroom sink named “Cho Kyuhyun”. Kyuhyun…Kyuhyun…the scientific sounding chair and the brave painting were made by KH…could it be him? I stared at the familiar picture for a while. It was the usher.
We met again the next few days. I seemed to not think the same when I was with him. He was just so optimistic and carefree and he had humour that kept me entertained. We shared a lot in common and our differences complimented each other. At first I was happy that I had found a good friend. But as time went by, the word “friend” felt lacking and even empty.
I tried to control myself and my sanity. I started to not see him regularly but the yearning for him became greater. Then one day, we just fell into each other’s arms. It was just like the emotion conveyed inside KH’s painting. It felt lovely and right even though both of us knew all along it was wrong. Love, as how many fools call it, the magic of feelings created by the illusion of the brain chemicals, happened to me, Lee Sungmin. This was my own cliché love story. We were two different strangers; ways crossed by fate. And then fell in love. For once, I didn’t know the meaning of reality and fantasy anymore. Nothing else mattered but him. Sanity…tch. Let mine be gone. It was already long lost before I realized it was.
And I knew he had also lost his when he told me, “I love you, Lee Sungmin.”
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