When I got up, the sun was shining brightly than any other day. It was different, or maybe because I just knew that it is. I smiled as a sat down on the wooden floor of my apartment as the sun bathes the room with hues of yellow and mustard. I hugged my knees as I stare at my white dress, and beside it was my graduation robe and cap.
My lips stretched in a triumphant smile—finally, I was graduating.
It didn’t even sink in when we did our graduation photos. Back then, it still felt like I was floating in Cloud 9, or I must just be dreaming. Graduating… wow… I really thought I wouldn’t even make it, but here I was.
Needless to say, I overcame it all—stronger and braver.
People might say the hurdles I went through were just probably nothing compared to their obstacles—they could be right, but nevertheless, it doesn’t change the fact that I finally had a reason for me to be proud of myself.
Days after o
If there was anything I never learned how to do or search on the internet whenever I had the time was this—how-to handle confessions.Of course, I know it was normal that I didn’t know what to do because he literally caught me off-guard without even having second thoughts on how he’d deliver those exact words that kept on repeating in my head for over a day now. I don’t even know if he was just pranking me (God forbid if it was just a prank, it wasn’t funny) or if he was telling me the truth.It was so sudden that I don’t even know if there’s a rule that I should call him and tell him that I’m grateful that he likes me or something, but that’d just probably come off as straight-out offensive, I think.I groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow beside me to cover my whole face and scream so loud the student right next to my room probably heard me as I aggressively wriggle my feet against my bedsheets. Yesterday
Enrique.He could easily just sweep off any girl’s feet and make them head over heels for him with just his words. I wouldn’t even deny that my heart stopped (not literally) for a while when I heard that phrase from him.He just knows it. Without even having to exert any effort. He’d easily make progress.I don’t even know where he was getting all these words! It was like he was vomiting sweet phrases every now and then, and oddly enough, I’d even end up daydreaming about it as if it felt nice.I mean… it was nice. It feels nice when it feels like someone’s there to wait for you.But it felt weird—well at least for me—that someone was seeing light behind my darkness even when he knew everything that I went through. Sure… I was different among the girls he’d meet, or every socialite they’d set up for a blind date with him—but I was different in a bad way!I did ha
I’ve always wondered if fairytales were real—or could be real at some point without the magic and glittery stuff. But as I grew older, I realized there are no real fairy godmothers (of some sort), or a prince charming that would suddenly save me from every little thing I’ve been through.Maybe because they’re all fiction—too unrealistic. They’re just that—meant to be read and watched by kids. Anything fairytale does not even apply in adulthood anymore—if back then we survived as kids because we only thought about castles and fairies and all that grandeur stuff, but adulthood was the reality—it was a harsh slap that woke me up from my dream.Ah… fuck being an adult. Every day makes me want to commit a crime or fake my information and marry a conglomerate heir and then live my life in lies for the rest of my life—well, at least I’d be sad and rich.I’d probably never understand how it f
“Fuck.”God forbid that was the first word that came out of my mouth when I woke up with a really bad headache. It wasn’t new, to be honest—I deal with it almost a day or two within a week. Doctors said it was chronic and had to take medicines, but I just try to hold it in if I could.I didn’t want to skip work for the day, but I was really sick that leaving my bed for a while just gives me bad headaches I would never want to experience ever again—but it has always been a part of me, thanks to migraines.When I called sick to my manager, Mila was fast to call. I couldn’t even determine if she was my friend or a manager who nags way too much when you get ill over stressors of some sort.It felt nice… to have someone nag you because you don’t put much concern over yourself. It’d probably sound ridiculous, but it feels nice—maybe because I grew up not having anyone by my side to dictate wheth
“Sorry, my… room’s small,” I said the moment we entered my dorm room, my hands doing these weird and random hand gestures. It was small—yet enough for a midget like me, but it looked smaller than it already was with Enrique—thank God the ceiling was high enough—though he could just probably reach for it without even standing on his toes. “Just… feel at home.”He chuckled, “Don’t feel shy around me, Kath.”I pouted, “I wasn’t!” I protested, but it felt like I was walking on eggshells with him inside my room. It wasn’t the first time I had someone here, but he was the first guy. I was just grateful nobody saw us running pathetically or I’d probably be on the headlines again.“Coffee?”He smiled.I couldn’t help but watch him through my peripheral vision as he checks out the room—thank God, again, for Mila and Sophie fo
Out of sight. Out of mind. I was living that quote for a while now—I was getting the best out of my life, finally—but some people just do not really care about your feelings or whatever. Do I look like I’d talk to someone who almost became the reason why I got kicked out (I still am grateful for what he did so he could stop that, though)? Then why are people suddenly asking me if I knew what this-guy-that-I-should-forget is doing back in the Philippines? The hell do I care? But, fuck that when almost everyone in your neighborhood knows the person you never wanted to see again and hear them bicker about him whenever you’re around. I mean—I know you’d know you’re finally moved on when you realize that you don’t even care about their lives anymore, but isn’t that the point? I don’t care about the guy anymore! So why would they insist that I know about his whereabouts? Why would they even assume that I know everything about him? I barely
I’d be lying if I’d say Enrique’s words did not keep me up all night because apparently, they did. And it wasn’t just because it felt nice—I was really stunned hearing those from him.I mean… true, though. It wasn’t different from all the other phrases he’s been telling me as if he purposely learned all these sweet phrases shenanigans before he told me that he has a “crush” on me (which still feels weird up until now, TBH). Although I know I shouldn’t invalidate his feelings just because I’m not used to getting this kind of confession—the last time I did, everything just went down the drain.With slumped shoulders, I walked my way to my little kitchen and made myself a simple breakfast. It was a Saturday and I had my day off for today, so I woke up later than usual. I typically don’t have plans for the weekend since back then I’d just study my ass off, but after graduating I just
“Well… I could definitely get some help,” I uttered, probably in the shyest way possible after declining for his help a couple of minutes ago to get some popcorn. Shocker, he wasn’t really lying when he said that two popcorn buckets were too much for the both of us because it was really big and I couldn’t carry it along with the tray of colas!Enrique chuckled and walked towards me as he gets the bucket and the tray from my hand, and whoops, clumsy little me almost dropped the popcorn.“Careful,” he uttered, quick enough to hold me by the arm so I wouldn’t tip-off. He sure laughed afterwards when I was finally composed. “You should probably be nicknamed clumsy.”I rolled my eyes, “We all have our clumsy days!” I protested.“Just tell me your legs are going Jell-O when I’m around,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows as we walk towards our cinema. Apparently, we