The tale of the lost poet

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5: Pursuit

The days blurred together as I waited for the next opportunity to see her. Each moment felt like an eternity, filled with restless anticipation and nagging doubts. But despite my growing impatience, I was determined to unravel the mystery of the poet, no matter the cost.

Finally, panibagong araw at panibagong poetry performance nanaman niya ang magaganap. Medyo malayo yon pero gusto kong pumunta. Parang palagi konang gustong pumunta. Weird ba? Hindi naman siguro.

Maaga akong nakarating dahil ayoko namang maubusan ako ng upuan, lagi nalang yon nangyayari saakin eh. The venue was already buzzing with excitement as people filed in, eager to witness the enigmatic poet once again.

As the lights dimmed and she took the stage, I found myself holding my breath, captivated by her presence. Her performance was as mesmerizing as ever, her words weaving a spellbinding tapestry of emotion and intrigue.

But as the evening wore on and the crowd began to disperse, I realized that my chance to approach her was slipping away. I watched from a distance as she spoke briefly with a few admirers before disappearing into the shadows.


Bakit ba ang hirap mong kausapin? Ang hirap mong lapitan? Bakit parang tinataboy ako ng pagkatao mo? Allergic kaba sakin?

I sighed. Determined not to let her slip through my fingers again, I made my way through the dwindling crowd, my heart pounding with each step. But no matter how hard I tried, she remained elusive, always just out of reach.

"Putcha ka naman oh," I cursed under my breath.

I lingered near the exit, hoping for one last chance to speak with her. But as the minutes ticked by and the venue emptied out, it became painfully clear that she had no interest in entertaining my attempts at conversation.

Defeated and disheartened, I finally accepted the inevitable and made my way home, my mind consumed by thoughts of the elusive poet. Ano bang meron sakaniya at punta ako ng punta? Kung makikita lang ako ni Xia panigurado aasarin nanaman ako non. At bakit ba parang napaka hirap niyang i-approach? What the heck is with her presence?

Parang kada lalapit ako, bumibilis yung tibok ng puso ko. Nanginginig ung kamay at kalamnan ko. May kakaiba sakaniya, I know that for sure.

Gusto ko siyang kausapin, I wanna get to know her. Pero paano? How could someone like me, approach someone like her?

But goodness, kahit isang beses lang, let me catch glimpse into her. Just once.

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As the days turned into weeks, I found myself consumed by a relentless desire to uncover the truth. I scoured the internet for any information I could find, poring over articles and interviews in search of clues to her mysterious past.

But the more I learned, the more elusive she seemed. Her background was shrouded in secrecy, her personal life a carefully guarded secret. It was as if she had built a fortress around herself, one that no one-not even the most determined admirer-could penetrate.

But still, I refused to give up hope. I knew that if I wanted to uncover the truth, I would have to be patient, persistent, and above all, determined. And so, with renewed resolve, I vowed to continue my pursuit of the elusive poet, no matter where it might lead me.

Little did I know na ang magiging takbo pala nito ay magulo, masakit, at mahirap. Challenges and obstacles that would test my resolve like never before. Pero susubukan ko, determinado akong makita ang totoong ikaw. Kahit gano man ka gulo at kadilim yang totoong ikaw, merong nag sasabi saakin na kailangan mong matagpuan. There's something in me that says I should keep on pursuing you, even if it looks impossible. Or perhaps I'm being stupid at nag papadala lang sa mga emosyon ko..


Pero kahit ano pa man yon, hahanapin kita. Antayin molang ako, Aurora. Pangakong matatagpuan kita.