I Was Here

The Girl in Yellow Dress

The Girl in Yellow Dress

Use SomebodyKings Of Leon

I've been roaming around,

Always looking down and all I see

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you

And all you know and how you speak

Countless lovers

Undercover of the street

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you

Off in the night while you live it up,

I'm off to sleep

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me

Someone like me

Someone like me, somebody

Go and let it out

Someone like you, somebody

Someone like you, somebody

Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around,

Always looking down and all I see

March 2020, one last song on the piano for me and my shift at the coffee shop is about to end. I played a song Don’t Look Back in Anger by Oasis. I finished the song by hitting the last key on the piano. And I carefully pulled down the cover of the piano.

I am about to leave the coffee shop when I see a girl who wears a tiny yellow dress pass by the coffee shop. This may be the time, I said. I was ready to flee from the coffee shop and follow her to the crowd,when Charlie called my attention, ‘Hey Eric,’ he said as he poured coffee into a small white cup, ‘What time will you be here tomorrow?’ I turned my head back at him and answered, ‘8AM.’

I opened the door and hurried outside the coffee shop. I unlocked my red bicycle parked outside the shop near the potted plants. I tried to look for the girl in a yellow dress among the crowd. And it is not easy because there are a lot of people on the move. I looked from left to right, where is she?

Well this isn’t the first time I saw her. I often see her during Friday afternoons. I noticed how organized she is with her time. Every Friday and Saturday a few minutes before 5:00 PM she will pass by the coffee shop, although I never know where she comes from. And never did I dare talk to her. It’s been going on for quite some time now, I’ve been admiring her from a distance.   

If ever I would dare to write her a letter and truly tell her how I feel about her, will she like the idea of a letter. A love letter, wouldn’t that be too old school? Or should I risk intentionally bumping into her, talk nice and friendly, maybe I could first befriend her, and when the time is right finally ask her for a date. What would she ever think of me? Will she even like the idea of talking or spending time with me? Will she ever notice someone like me?

I will always volunteer to play the piano every Friday before 5:00 PM so I can be near the door and see if ever she passes by. Well this piano serves more of a decorative purpose. But it gives me an advantage since I know how to play the piano.

The sun is high in a blue sky. I wiped some sweat on my forehead and mustache with the back of my hand. I almost feel like burning because of the heat. The big crowd and the sun makes the temperature very warm. My face melts like a candle. And my skin is helplessly burning with heat. A summer here in the Philippines, is indeed one if the hottest.

A group of teenagers, about six of them walk before me.  ‘Excuse me,’ I said but they did not hear me. Just when I am in a hustle, they slowly walk while they talk.  ‘Excuse me,’ I said and this time a little angrier. One of the teenagers, wearing a white shirt, khaki shorts and black rubber shoes and with her long curly dark light brown colored hair , turned around and said to me, ‘Oh, sorry sir.’ The six of them get divided to make way for me in the middle so I can pass with my bicycle. ‘Thanks!’ I said and pedaled faster.

And I just felt lucky when I spotted her among the crowds. She is about to cross the pedestrian line. I looked at the traffic light which was still green. Few more seconds, this is it.

I was mesmerized by how her yellow dress fits her body just right, or should I say perfectly. She has a small waist which I think is probably only 25 or 26 inches. I wonder what kind of diet she’s into. Is she vegetarian? Does she still eat foods rich in carbohydrates?

Her hip works like magic, she has a little wider hip, though not too wide but just enough.

And without any doubt I am  turned on with her sexy pair of butt. If the day comes and she becomes my girlfriend, I will not grow weary of squeezing those butts harder with my both hands in bed.

She also has toned muscle structure on both her legs and arms, which I can imagine she borrowed from a Barbie doll, just like the Barbie doll I see from Emily’s toys. And she has a noticeably broader back and wide shoulders.

Her dress is a little backless, which defined well the deep cut of her back. And oh man, she is smoking hot. 

Among a big group of people, maybe fifty to sixty, she is the only one I see.  The world changed into black and white, and the only color I see is yellow, her yellow dress. My whole surroundings became blurry, she is the only one my eyes focus on.

Her black hair falls picture perfect on her skinny shoulders. Funny what a beautiful girl like her can do to me. Here I am following her to the crowds even though I personally don't know who she is.

I moved quickly trying to catch up with her.  The traffic light is still green and it is still safe to cross the street. My heart is pounding so strong. I am almost near her when a car that should have hit her gets to me instead. Luckily the red car stops before me. How fortunate, the reckless irresponsible driver did not bump at me.

I am still alive.

I lost balance and fell on the ground, all I see is the yellow light and not so far is the girl who wears a yellow dress. Isn’t she beautiful? I picked up my bicycle and hurriedly followed her to the crowd. I am ready to ask for her name. I think I am emotionally prepared to talk to her for the first time.

And the next thing I know, I am standing outside a house, her house.

I opened my eyes and found myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark.