"Sheen, remember that you always have a choice."
What he said touched my heart. I remember that all my life I was doing what others told me to, what they expected me to do, and the standards that I must abide by so I wouldn't disappoint them. Kahit hindi ko gusto, kahit hindi ako tunay na masaya, ginagawa ko pa rin. I always seek their satisfaction, and I thought that would make me happy, but deep inside, I feel empty even after I achieve a lot of things. But I don't have a choice. I don't have the courage to disobey them because they might abandon me. And that's the worst thing to happen that I can't take.
Hindi ko napansin na may mga luha na palang lumalabas mula sa mga mata ko. Just thinking about what I've dealt with for the past twenty years, I couldn't really imagine that I was still alive.
I immediately wiped my tears and walked to our class.
Napatigil ako nang makita ko ang mukha ni Jhunel. Muli ko na namang naalala ang nakaraan namin, ang mga ginawa namin na alaala. I was happy back then. I thought we would stay. I thought our relationship would last. That was the very first time I felt alive. Someone was taking care of me, respecting me, and loving me.
Our relationship was very smooth. Ni bihira kaming mag-away. We wanted to work out our relationship so much that we respected each other's boundaries. We were in a long-distance relationship back then because we were studying at different universities. That was never easy, but still, we managed to continue our relationship because we knew we loved each other.
I was vocal with my feelings, and so was he. If something disappoints me about what he did, I always tell him so we can fix it immediately. Naiinis kami sa isa't isa paminsan, pero mamaya lang ay magkakabati na rin kami. Ang isip kasi namin noon, bakit pa mag-aaway kung magkakabati din naman? We were madly in love.
I can still remember how happy I was then; every time I looked at him, I burst into tears inside. I never imagined that I would meet someone like him. He came without any expectations. I was so grateful.
Then, out of nowhere, he changed. I thought maybe he was just busy with his studies. I tried to understand him, even if sometimes he forgot to call or text me. Our communication became less than ever. Hindi na namin naiintindihan ang isa't isa. Hindi na kami nagkikita madalas. And that made me so anxious. He became cold, and then that one night, I decided to go to him because I missed him so much. I wanted to see him. I was about to surprise him at his birthday party, and unfortunately, I was the one who got surprised. He's with someone else.
"Sheen? Are you alright?" Someone stopped in front of me, preventing me from seeing Jhunel anymore. I couldn't stop crying as I looked at the face of the person in front of me. Jhon rey... I am so in pain.
He immediately grabbed my shoulder and rested my face on his chest. He embraces me...
In front of the class.
Pero sandali lang iyon dahil may humila sa akin palayo kay Jhon Rey. It was my ex-boyfriend, Jhunel. I couldn't move when I saw his annoyed face. I saw his hands clenching. The reaction on his face was similar to that night when I broke up with him. That face made my heart crush. I can't deny that once in my life, I fell in love with this guy.
"What are you doing?" he shouted, making our class point their attention toward us. "Tell me, are you going out with this guy?" he added, out of desperation for my answer.
There was sadness on his face. His eyes are wrapped in a plea for me to tell the truth... to say no. But there's something inside me to say...
"Y-yes."
The silence in this room was filled with everyone's gasps, out of surprise at my answer, as I am too.
Nababaliw na yata ako. Talagang sinabi ko 'yon sa gitna ng klase? At mukhang narinig nga iyon ng lahat.
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