The Art of Unloving

Before I start with my drama

My name is Jess. I don't know why you are reading this but let me tell this is gonna be boring. Yes. My life is boring. But I'm gonna make everything in here as real as possible.

I'm 18 years old. Undergrad of BS Pharmacy from a school somewhere in Cagayan de Oro. He's my classmate since 1st year so I know him since. But this all started mid of year 2016.

I was the bridge. My friend has a really big crush on him since first year. 2 of them to be exact but we'll just focus to N, let's call her that and she plays a big role, who is a lot closer to me than the other one. So N, always nags me to tell him this and that. To ask me whatnots and stuffs. So I did. Sometimes she even gets jealous because he pays more attention to me than her. It all started with that child play. Do you know the quote "The bridge is the owner"? For me, its not.

We started to hang out, friendly and group hangouts, we are always together actually. It made us closer. Closer than a normal friend. My friend N eventually got full of her emotions and confessed. She was rejected politely. I was there, i am the witness. I was still the bridge.

Then destiny started playing its cards. We started hanging out on our own. Texts every night. Playful talks. Calls. Movie partners. And then I came to the point where I got confused. It seems 'us' but no. I told him and he said sorry. Wtf.

You see he's a broken man. He has a girlfriend since 4th year HS until January 2016. He loved her so much. Even tho I don't really know her personally, that much I know. He call her his 'Miss World of his life". He was so broken that he actually cut of ties with us, his friends, just so he can deal with his feelings. So stopped talking to us for a while. Even now, he said he still feels the pain. I don't know what pain exactly but he said he has moved on from the person. I mean, is that even possible? Not from the pain but from the person? It's a lot more complicated than that but you'll eventually get the hang of it in the succeeding entries.

And then we happened. Wait, there's no 'we'.

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