Dyma's Maiden

UNSPOKEN FEELINGS - Entry # 1

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4 years ago...

I was the class nerd.

You were the popular one.

I was bullied everyday.

You were worshipped by everyone.

I was hated.

You were loved.

We are far from each other. There's a thick wall between you and me. There's so much difference. But it didn't matter...

...because we shared something...

We both have a golden heart.

Mabait ka. And I guess I can say that I am too.

I was tripped by a school bully before... but you came to the rescue. You held my hand, brought me up... and smiled. That smile. It was genuine. You never faked.

"Guys... Isn't it rude to trip a lady?" you asked them calmly.

I fixed my glasses. I was wondering if it was really you. It was impossible for someone like you to just go around and help bullied nerds -- like me.

Yes, you are popular. I even took you for those cliche guys who knock other people down since they are popular and they can get what they want -- because they are worshipped.

But dear, you are different -- so much different from them. You held this certain fascination which I truly admired.

Since then... you managed to say hello whenever you and I cross paths. And I managed to smile at you as a response.

That didn't stop. You greeted me more often...

...So often that I got used to it.

I was thinking of something to repay you for the goodness you've rendered. But my mind was totally messed up and I don't know what to give. I am not that rich. And I'm sure as hell that you won't appreciate material stuffs. You have everything.

In the end, I made up my mind that I'll just talk to you and simply say thank you. No gifts, no cards, no anything -- just a thank you. It's enough, or so I thought.

The following day.. I was walking in the same corridor where you saved me from the bullies. I smiled at the sight of you smiling.... at me.

You said hey.

I said hi.

You asked me if I had class. I replied no.

You just smiled at me and then you started to walk away.

But you stopped when I said thank you.

"Anytime" you said back.

Days passed. We had more than one interaction.

We shared a table at the canteen,

a book because you left yours,

a pencil because I broke mine,

an idea for an upcoming project.

As time went by, we shared the most intimate things.

I shared my fate. You shared your pain.

I was your confidante. You come to me especially when you had problems with your family -- a problem that I never thought existed in your perfect little life. But I was wrong. You were in deep pain and you were hurt.