Psyche
Agad kong binawi ang kamay ko sa pagkakahawak niya at bahagyang lumayo.
Umiling lang siya bago ako sinagot. He was just looking at me so I did the same.
"Oh please, you don't know me, so don't judge." he scoffed.
"Oh please, I know you." I rolled my eyes. Geez. I've known him for years...for seventeen freaking years.
His lips rose a bit, hinting for a smile. "How well do you know me?" he asked, challenging me so I just rolled my eyes.
"C'mon Eros, we're bumping into each other's presence since we even start cooing. Like, I know you for seventeen years, if it's not that obvious tho."
Eros and I were born in the same year,he was just ahead of me ng apat na buwan. I was born in June and he was on the 14th day of February. Napapa-iling nalang talaga ako everytime naiisip ko na Valentine's Day siya pinanganak,kasi naman his characteristics were...nevermind.
Tahimik lang siya kaya nagsalita ulit ako. "Basically, I've known you for seventeen years. Seventeen years." pag-uulit ko pa.
He shook his head and ruffled his hair using his left hand.
"Do years really a measurement on how well do you know a person?" he asked while his eyebrows furrowed.
Napatango ako. Of course. You can learn a lot of things about a person who spent more time with you.
"Of course. Mas matagal...mas marami kang malalaman tungkol sa isang tao. The longer you've spent together the better." pagpapaliwanag ko pa.
He walked closer to me. " If you really know me, what's my favorite color then?"
Natigilan ako sa tanong niya. Ano to slam book? Magtatanong ng favorite color at iba pa? Tss. Umiling lang ako ang sisiw lang kasi ng tanong niya.
I smiled confidently and answered. "Black."
Tumawa siya kaya napangiti ako kasi tama ang sagot ko. "See? I'm right. The more years you spe------"
"It's white."
"H-huh?" This time, my eyebrows furrowed while looking at him.
"My favorite color is white. You've proven your assumptions wrong."
Napa-awang ang bibig ko dahil sa sinabi niya. His favorite color is white?! Seryoso?!
"Pero..." I uttered still choosing the right words. How come it's white? All these years akala ko black ang paborito niyang kulay.
"The thing is, years are neither a basis nor a measurement on how well do you know a person Psyche," Natahimik ako. He let go a heavy sigh.
"Because you know the person by heart and not by years,Psyche." dagdag niya pa.
I lowered my gaze to the ground and fidgeted my hands.
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