A few more months after, Bright and Win were back to their old ways: Always together.
While they have sometimes spent time with their own set of friends and had their own agendas, they still somehow end up together, whether over late-night coffee, more 7-11 trips, or just simply hanging out.
Again, it was something that neither of them could fully explain, even Win who is head over heels with Bright. All they both know was that they are happy and contented when they are together.
Bright was especially thoughtful, Win had noticed. He would always check on him, made sure he's eaten, and sometimes sends random text messages during the day.
They may not be doing the same thing every time, but sometimes Win couldn't help but think: hindi kaya nagsasawa itong si Bright sa kanya? Sa kanila?
Win was ecstatic, of course. But Bright's actions were quite hard to decipher, especially in an unrequited love situation like this. Nakaka-haba ng buhok, pero mahirap maging asumera ng taon.
It was a Sunday night, and naturally Bright was at Win's condo. He had a sudden craving for Win's infamous creamy garlic pasta, and so he requested Win to cook for him.
Naturally din, nagpa-uto naman yung isa.
"You know what, in the many years we've known each other, I think this is the first time I've stayed this long dito sa place mo," Bright remarked while they feasted over Win's pasta.
Win thought for a while then nodded. "Possibly. We usually hang out at your place, at madalas nasa galaan tayo," he added with a light laugh.
Bright agreed. "True."
They ate in silence for a while, then Bright saw something in one of the corners of Win's loft.
"You play the piano?" Bright asked upon seeing the electric piano.
Win turned at where Bright was looking. "I do, pero sakto lang."
"Ay dapat may pa-sample."
"Ulol mo."
"Ay ang daya o."
Win shook his head. "Next time na lang. Bitbitin mo gitara mo tapos mag jamming tayo."
Bright got all excited. "Kunin ko kaya ng isang mabilis?"
Win creased his forehead and shook his head. "Next time."
Bright pouted. "Fine."
Win chuckled as he finished his glass of wine.
"How come you never told me you played instruments?" Bright asked in a tone like his favorite toy was taken away from him.
Win laughed again. "I don't know, I guess it never came up, nor you ever asked?"
Bright was still pouting. "Wala lang, I just thought we never keep secrets from each other."
Win kept on chuckling. "Considered na ba na sikretong malupit yung pagtugtog ko ng piano? Para kang tanga Vachichi ha."
He then poured more wine in his glass. "Besides, it's not like you really know a lot about me." Win challenged.
Bright raised a brow. "Ay mapanakit."
Win laughed again. "O sige nga, kelan birthday ko?"
"Ay tang ina ang bastos. That's how low you think of me? Grabe." Bright was shaking his head, looking really hurt.
Win grinned. "O so kelan nga?"
"February 21st. Gago."
Win had to laugh.
