Falling

Something fell near my head this morning. I heard it drop. But because my brain is pretty much scrambled before nine a.m., I didn’t bother to look. When I finally did wake up, it was to see a one-foot plaster of paris figurine a few inches from my head.

Hmmm. I think it would have hurt if it had fallen on my head. But then again, I’ve always had a pretty thick skull so it’s anybody’s guess who among the two of us would have ended up permanently damaged.

It was a figurine my best friend got for me a long time ago. We got identical ones and painted them by ourselves. We wanted to get girl figurines but then the store ran out of stock so we got the male version instead. It was rather cute. The little guys carried half of a heart with them. The other half was with their female counterparts.

That little guy represented my soulmate… who at the moment is currently missing and is number one in the most wanted list.

But what made me smile was the realization that I painted the little guy’s long-sleeved sweater green. You see, if the myth had it right, after I counted my 50th red “pagong” (a.k.a. Volkswagen), the first guy in green to approach and talk to me is supposed to be my long lost soulmate.

I haven’t found him yet. My soulmate, I mean. The real one. The one God destined for me. And I’m getting rather impatient about it. And hopeful that I’ll find him soon.

And I don’t really put much faith in this urban myth some romantic fool had made up to pass the time away. I don’t believe that the first guy in green, whoever he is, would become my soulmate. It’s both irrational and superstitious.

But the romantic fool hidden inside me is strangely excited about finding the guy in green. And the figurine falling above my head could have been a sign. Not that I believe in signs. But still… a girl can dream, you know.

So I’m waiting still… like I always have…

PS. My soulmate, whoever he is, better have a really good excuse for being so late.