A Med School One-Sided Love Story

She stayed up late that night, studying for a practical exam. And so she woke up 30 minutes too late, missed the schoolbus, and had to take the taxi, straining her already meager allowance and not predisposing her to a good mood.

But then the first person she saw as she stepped out of the taxi was him, arriving at the same time. And she breathed a silent prayer of thanks. He took off his basketball cap exposing his rumpled black hair, saw her, and smiled. She smiled back and they fell in step.

He looked like he hadn't slept at all, which must have been the case. He was one year ahead of her and they were having their Final Exams that day.

They talked as they walked. Small things. Insignificant things. But to her, it didn't matter. All that mattered was they were talking. And as they passed by the chapel, she invited him in, just for a few minutes. She said her morning prayers and prayed for the young man praying at the other end of the pew.

They climbed five flight of stairs, still talking about insignificant things.

In her head, she was thinking. She was thinking of how much she liked him... this young man, who at heart was still very much a boy, uncorrupted by the worldliness around him. She loved his sunny disposition and kind nature... his always trying to do better... his quirks... his laughter... She remembered how her heart ached at seeing him sad and how he didn't notice the little things she did for him... Was that only two weeks ago?

In a way, she was glad she didn't feel that way anymore. It made life less complicated.

But as they parted ways by the vending machine, she to get her breakfast and he to take his test, she could not help wishing, that he'd one day realize they could be perfect for each other.