I glanced at my phone’s screen, the clock says it is already 11:11 pm— my favorite time of the night.
My phone beeped and I saw Justin’s name flashing on the screen. I can feel my cheeks blushing.
“Hi!” I said as I picked up the call. I’ve never been so excited in my life and Justin is the only man who can make me feel this way.
“Hi beautiful. Ready for our midnight rendezvous?” He asked in a husky voice.
Damn you Justin. You’re seducing me again.
“Always ready. I already packed my things.” I said, smiling.
“Okay. Meet me at the park. I’ll wait for you.” He said and dropped the call.
I took my bag and important things with me. I carefully opened the door and tiptoed as I head to our backdoor. When I finally got out of our house, I ran to the park where I would meet Justin.
When I arrived there, I saw Justin standing beside his car. He looks more handsome tonight. His brown hair is slightly damp, his eyes look sleepy and groggy but is still the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. He wore a denim jacket with a black signature shirt inside paired with rugged pants and a pair of brown suede shoes. He is freaking hot.
“Hi!” I greeted, then kissed him.
“Hi my beautiful lady. Let’s go?” He said, then opened the front seat of his car.
When I entered his car, the scent of men’s perfume, cigarettes, and wine welcomed me but I’m kind of used to it. He then reached something in the backseat and gave it to me.
“Flowers for you.” He said then gave me a bouquet of white roses. My favorite.
“Thank you.” I said and I kissed him.
“So where are we going, lover boy?” I asked the moment he started the engine.
“It’s a secret.” He gave me a boyish grin.
“Oh well, I love surprises.” I gave him a seductive smile that made him grin more.
“You should sleep first. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.” He said, and so I did what he told me to do so.
“Hey… Francine, wake up. We’re here.” I felt Justin’s hands cupping my face to wake me up.
“Where are we?” I asked as I fixed my hair.
“Let’s get out of the car.”
We got out of the car and saw that we were on a cliff. I looked up at the skies and got amazed because the sky looked so ethereal. The moon accentuated the beauty of the night. The stars were perfectly scattered in the sky that made it glow and glimmer in darkness. The pine trees swiftly moved because of the winds and fireflies that lit our path. The place was so serene. Away from the stressful life in the city.
“Justin, this is so beautiful!” I exclaimed in happiness.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
“Are you kidding me? I love it here! Gosh! I should’ve brought my dslr camera with me.”
“Let’s camp out here and spend the best night of our lives.” He said. I can feel the sadness in his voice. I wondered why?
I took a sleeping mat inside my bag and laid it down the grass. Justin put the pillows and I also put the blanket in the mat. He made a bonfire to keep us warm. When he finished everything, he sat behind my back and hugged me.
“Francine, you know you I love you right?” I know that… but why does it hurt sometimes?
“And I love you too…” I answered with all my heart.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” He said then kissed me.
I kissed back. Every night we did this. Every night at 11:11, we always met and spent the best nights of our life. We went to different places, didn’t mind what’s waiting for us the next day. We expressed our love every 11:11 and we returned home before the sun breaks. We did this for a year and I loved it.
Our kisses become more intense and before we knew it we are making love again under the night sky. No one knew about it. Only the moon, the stars, the sky and the fireflies have witnessed the night we shared together. It was a secret. Our dirty little secret.
I woke up when I felt Justin kissing my nape. He’s at it again. We just made love countless of times a while ago and he’s not getting tired.
“Justin…stop.” I commanded and tried to move my body far from him.
“You have to wake up, my sleeping beauty.” He said.
“I’m still sleepy…” I said and closed my eyes again.
“Just sleep in my car…” Ugh. I opened my eyes and sat.
“What time is it?” I asked Justin who is putting his clothes on.
“3:15 am.” He plainly answered and stood up.
I didn’t answer him and put my clothes on. I fixed our stuffs and saw Justin staring at the bonfire. I glanced at him. The flame illuminated his eyes that are now filled with sadness and misery. He looks so tensed. His adam’s apple is swirling back and forth. I walked towards him and hugged him.
“Justin… Are you okay?”
“Francine… you know that I love you, right?”
“You already asked that a while ago.” I said.
“Yes… But Francine, I’m sorry. I cannot do this with you anymore.” He uttered in a sad tone.
I knew it. I always knew this to happen. I was just stupid enough to stick with him.
“I knew this day would come…” I said as I tried to stop my tears.
“I’m sorry… Let’s end this here.” He coldly stated and went inside his car.
So… This is it? After making love, he’s breaking up with me?
I went inside his car. I couldn’t stop crying. Stupid, I should’ve known better.
The whole drive was quiet. He didn’t even bother to turn his stereo on. When we arrived at the park near our village, I knew this was finally over. We were over. No more 11:11 nights, no more midnight rendezvous.
Before I stepped out of his car, he held my hand.
“Francine, I know I’m such a big jerk… I’m sorry. You deserve better…” He kissed my forehead for the last time and handed me a pink envelope. After that, I went out of his car.
As I was walking home, my tears won’t stop falling. My heart was shattered into a million pieces and I didn’t know if I’d able to fix it again.
When I arrived in our house, it was already 4:30 am. No one was awake yet. I quietly went to my room and laid on my bed.
I took the pink envelope Justin gave me. I opened it and saw Justin and a woman’s name written in scented papers. It broke my heart. I couldn’t read what’s inside the envelope anymore so I just threw it on the floor.
My phone beeped. I saw a message from Justin.
“Francine, I’m sorry. I said this for the nth time because I won’t stop saying sorry to you. I’m a jerk and you don’t deserve me. I love you…but I love her more than my life. I hope to see you in my wedding, my best friend.”
Of course he loves her more… I’m just his best friend, his secret lover, his dirty little secret, his midnight rendezvous, his mistress, his 11:11 wish.
No more 11:11 nights with him because he’s getting married now with the love of his life; my sister.