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HER EYES.
I don't know when did it happen—or when did it started.
Alam kong hindi noong bata pa kami. Masyado pa kaming bata noong nakilala ko siya. I was six, and she was five. It was too inappropriate for our age to feel that kind of strange thing. That's too impossible. Bukod sa wala pa kami sa edad, hindi pa tama. Hindi pa oras. I was also too young to notice it... so I will cross out the idea that I fell in love with her... at a young age. AT the age of six because that's just too impossible. Too immature. Too wrong.
All we know that time was immaturity. Confusions of empty minds. Thirst for something we could discover. Crave for another learning. That's all.
So, I know...
I didn't fell in love for her that early, but I cared for her. I started to treasure her at the age of six. As a friend—as a neighbor.
I don't know. Those big doe eyes. Those big doe emotionless eyes caught me. It caught my attention. Alam ko. Kahit bata pa ako nang mga panahon na 'yon, at hindi pa alam ang mga bagay bagay, I'm not that stupid to notice that I was attracted to her. Not in a romantic way though.
In a curious way.
Because her eyes are something. Those big-doe eyes.
What did I first saw in it, though?
Is it the longing in her eyes?
Is it the sadness?
Loneliness perhaps.
Bata 'rin ako kaya alam ko. She has no expression I might say. That's what I thought at first. She's too bland. Too boring. Too... empty. Her face is blank but those eyes are something that caught my attention because it says the otherwise of what her face is showing. So much different. Like a cry for something she couldn't voice out.
I noticed it right away. I was too young, but I was curious during that time...when we first saw each other, and even fight against one another.
"Maingay na nga magulang mo, iyakin ka pa!"
"Ahhhh! Bad ka! Bad!!!"
"Ahhh! Bitawan mo ako!"
She's shouting at me. She's shouting like an angry kid. Katulad ng sigaw ko dahil sa inis ko sa pagba-bara niya sa akin, at sa laruan ko... pero hindi ko mapigilang magtakha.
Her voice is blank as she screamed at me.
Her face is voidof any expression.
But her eyes... her eyes are turning red but there's no tears in it. Her pitch-black eyes... it's swirling with some emotions. I couldn't name it. It bothered me.
Bakit ganoon 'yong tingin niya? Bakit...
That night, I looked at myself in the mirror, pouting. I was observing at my eyes too. Ang kaibahan ng kulang ng mga mata namin ay nagpahirap sa akin. Hers was pitch black, but mine was ash gray. Almost looking like contact lenses.
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