“We were no longer classmates and dahil doon nabawasan ang time namin together. He began having new friends. And I, started missing him. Ako naman ang nagselos sa mga bago niyang kaibigan.”
Senior year began at naging classmates kami ulit ni Z. We were both in the cream section, as every one else has expected. Gayunpaman, hindi pa rin kami ok until I took the courage to make the move.
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It was the night of my birthday celebration. I was a bit nervous. Darating kaya siya? It was a big risk to invite him tonight. Pero tinanggap niya naman yung invitation and he even smiled.
Nasa kalagitnaan pa rin ako ng pag-aagam-agam nang marinig ko ang excited na mga boses at tuksuhan ng aking mga bisita. Napalingon ako sa may pinto.
There he is… Handsome as ever. When he met my eyes, he smoothly approached me and handed his gift.
From then on, we became close again and almost inseparable. Back to being seatmates, project partners, groupmates and friends.
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Dahil nga sa close na kami ulit… we both know the secrets of each other. Well, almost. Di ko naman kasi kayang sabihin sa kanya ang lahat like my feelings for him.
I remember a time when nakiusap siya sa akin na iabot sa nililigawan niya yung framed poem seatwork namin sa isang subject. Self- composed niya yung poem. Maganda at talagang pinaghirapan even the design and frame. It was so heart-breaking pero tiniis ko. Ayaw nga tanggapin nung nililigawan niya na friend ko kasi alam nung girl na may gusto ako kay Z. Pero dahil may pagka-martyr nga ako. Nakiusap pa ako sa kanya Ayun, tinanggap din sa wakas.
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Seniors’ Prom. Isa ito sa mga most memorable moments ko ng high school. Pero ito rin yata ang isa sa mga biggest regrets ko. Ilang beses ako niyaya noon ni Z na sumayaw pero tinanggihan ko siya…
Wala kasi ako sa mood dahil napagalitan at napahiya kami noon ng adviser namin. Na-late kasi kami. Kakainis!
If only I could turn back time… I’ll dance with him na talaga!
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College came. Medyo nakakalungkot kasi nagkahiwalay na kami ni Z. But I was so glad na at least we are in the same university. We still keep in touch but not as frequent as the usual. Nakaka-miss…
To be continued…
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