I'm bisexual.
While he's a straight guy.
I'm a senior high school student.
And he's a college one.
I want to be an artist.
He wants to be a writer.
I know him since our elementary days.
I had a crush on him since the day I met him.
But unfortunately, he has a girlfriend.
They're a couple for three years.
While me —
Supporting them from afar.
I watched how happy they are. I witnessed every battle they faced, the hugs and kisses they made.
He was writing a story for that girl.
It was almost a perfect love tale for them.
But unfortunately, the girl fell out of love.
He was ravaged at that moment.
He always wasted his time to got drunk.
So, I decided to comfort him.
I gave him advice.
I showered him with love and care.
I became his one call away every time he was questioning his worth.
Months had passed, he moved on.
And unexpectedly, we became friends.
We hanged out together. Watching movies, eating in our favorite restaurants, and supporting each other.
And because of that, I've fallen for him deeper and deeper.
It was like I am drowning in him.
When I was about to confess my feelings for him.
Another girl came into his life.
It was love at first sight, he said.
He courted the girl for months.
When the girl answered YES.
I was astonished.
I didn't know what to feel.
But the thing is that — I was hurting.
I got envious.
I wish that it should be me.
He gave his time to that girl.
And he already ignores me.
But instead to get angry with him. I showed support to them.
I love him that even staring at him being happy with that girl makes me crushed into pieces. I choose to understand and respect their relationship.
Because who am I to question their happiness? I was just only a friend of his.
And for the second time around, he writes another story for that girl.
While I'm here taking away our own love story.
Years had passed, the girl breaks up with him.
And again.
I was there to save him.
I became his shoulder to lean on.
And Immediately, he moved on.
We became closer to each other again.
And this time, I didn't waste any seconds,
I confess my feelings to him.
He was stunned by what I said.
I'm foreseeing him pushing me away because of my sudden confession to him.
But I was wrong.
He just smiled at me and said, "I know from the start that you have feelings for me, but it takes years for me before I understand all of this."
I'm voiceless about what he said.
"I am falling for you, Migs."
Tears slowly dripping down my cheeks.
"This time Migs, can you let me write our story?" He asked.
I just nodded.
I don't know what to feel because of the overflowing emotions.
All I know is that — I'm happy.
We've been a couple for years.
Some of our friends got envious because of our relationship.
Our relationship is a roller coaster ride. Many people accepted us but some of them hated us for being a couple.
We were about to celebrate our third anniversary when suddenly his first love came back.
The girl wants him back.
They talk privately.
I didn't get jealous because I know that my man is into me.
Weeks had passed, they became closer again.
I understand them because they were just only a friend.
Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months.
My man losing time for me. He's always busy with his first love.
I can take it anymore so, I confronted him.
I asked him if he had feelings for that girl.
And I was stupefied when he answered YES.
I cried because of what he said.
"Migs, I'm sorry to say but let's end this."
My knees started to become vulnerable.
"Do you still love me, Mark?" I asked him.
He looks straight into my eyes and said those words that I didn't expect will came from him.
"I didn't love you Migs, I'm just fooling you around all this year. Put it in your head that I will never fall for a gay like you."
His words are like blades that stab me repeatedly.
I just smiled at him and said, "All this time I thought that you love me. You're my comfort and escape way when the world questioned me for who I am. But unfortunately, you are the one who will hate me for being like this."
I cried a lot.
The man that made me secured is now the reason why I was questioning my worth.
That night we broke up.
After a week I just heard that they have been together again with his first love.
It was very painful but I guess this is our fate.
Years had passed, I am here watching my man marry the girl he loves the most.
They say don't fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words that dressed up to be pretty.
And yes, it's true.
I'm an artist who fell in love with a writer.
A writer who never tried to write our own
