If I were given a chance to go back in time, I would eat my pride and join a group in my MICP class, I wouldn't leave and go to a random room to ask a stranger to give me his sperm.
I realized that's where it started. We've gained a part in each other's life the first time we met. What I hate the most is being able to know someone but not being able to unknow them. If only humans are capable of that, it's easier to move forward.
Ang nangyayari ngayon. Kung hindi niya ako bibigyan ng kapayapaan, baka siya ang mamayapa.
"Stayed up all night dreaming about fictional men?" He showed up out of nowhere. He always appears in unfortunate situations. Like now, when I'm running late for my first class.
"I had a bad dream." Pabilis nang pabilis ang paglalakad ko na sinasabayan naman niya. In fairness, his health is improving day by day.
"What did you see? It might have meaning."
"Your ugly face." I doubled my pace, but he was able to keep up again.
"According to a myth, those people who appear in your dream think about you."
I looked at him. "And so?"
"It's not a myth anymore. I'm a living evidence." He smiled.
"Dami mong sinasabi." Umirap ako at nagpatuloy sa pagmamadali. Kami na lang ang natitirang estudiyante sa labas. In silence, our footsteps made sounds.
His room will come first, while I still have to take the stairs to get into mine. Understandably, I am rushing more than him.
"Have a bad day," I said as we approached their room, but instead of stopping and going inside, he lowered his body to avoid the windows and hide from his classmates. He moved ahead with me.
"Why didn't you get in?"
"Not until you're in your room." He beamed. Bigla niyang inagaw sa akin ang nursing bag at tinakbo ang hagdanan.
"Hoy! Baka nakakalimutan mong may sakit ka sa puso?!" I yelled.
"Sorry, I didn't understand," pilyo niyang tugon.
"He's really a trouble." I blew my baby hairs and followed him.
Not only was he the first person to dare get into my life, but he was also the first person to do things for me. Like carrying my bag and escorting me to my room. It's not that I can't do those things alone, but honestly, having someone isn't bad at all—what?! Lol. What am I saying? Never mind.
Ihinatid niya ako sa kuwarto ngunit hindi na nagpakita sa mga kaklase at propesor gaya ng hiniling ko. Ayaw kong isipin ng iba na magkaibigan kami. Ang assuming pa naman ng mga tao. May makita lang na magkasama, magkarelasyon na.
He gave me my nursing bag. Before he left, he tapped my shoulder. "Do your worst, miss nurse."
That's how we part ways every single day that we cross paths. Me, wishing him a bad day, and him, telling me to do worse.
While it might sound toxic and negative, I think I like it better than 'Have a great day' and 'Do your best'. We can't have a great day all the time. Bad days are inevitable. In the same way, we can't always do our best. Sometimes, doing our worst is the easiest way to survive a day. And that's okay.
Not being demanded to do the best also throws away the pressure when you don't feel like it or when you're not sufficient to do so. I don't know. Baka napupuno lang talaga ako ng sama ng loob.
"Pst." Yuri is calling me from the side.
"What?!" I talked without sound.
"Do you have a calculator?"
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