Sincerely, Jayvee

4

Prom night was supposed to be a highlight of our senior year, but it became a night of quiet heartache.

As the music throbbed and lights flickered across the room, you suddenly appeared in front of me, complaining about how sore your feet were from dancing.

With a playful smile, you teased me for not asking anyone to dance. If only you knew—you were the one I wanted to ask.

How could I make a move when you were always with Allen?

I tried to laugh off your jokes about me being uninterested in dating anyone. You even pushed the idea of setting me up with Catherine, one of our classmates.

I felt annoyed by your matchmaking attempts.

Ang manhid mo rin, 'no?

“Gusto kita, ikaw lang 'tong may ayaw sa 'kin,” I suddenly blurted out.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Shit, did I just confess my feelings?

I was shattered when you playfully punched my arm and just laughed, dismissing my words as a joke.

But what if I told you I was serious? What if I told you how much you meant to me that night?