Where I Left

Ambitious, deep, and a decent woman. That’s what everybody is telling me, but me, my own self doesn’t know who I really am. All I care is about my reveries. I have great dreams and I aim to fulfil those. Among the numbers of students in our university, I was chosen to be part of the exchange student program which took place between the Canada and my beloved country, Philippines. It is a completion for me, dreams do come true. However, in every hit there is a default. In every beauty, there’s dreadfulness. As well, in a vivid day, darkness will always come. I met him. The guy with a perfect-shaped face. I can lucidly define his jawline when it moves. He has thick eyebrows scattered equally. His lashes are long and curled, down to his cobalt eyes, atypical coloured blue. It looks like I’m staring at an ocean with its crystal water, glittering when struck with the sunrays. And I felt insecure upon seeing his celestial nose. It’s not as good as mine. His downward-turned lips, it’s catchy and his mouth opens nice whenever he do the talk. I never thought he would play an important role in my life. Me, studying abroad is an achievement but what happened is just the farthest among my fancies. Everything’s out of the blue. I am Jezcyl Lorenzo, I’m 18, and I’m going to tell you my voyage in Vancouver, Canada.