It's been two years since you told me that you're officially together. Two years that we've been pretending for our fans. When would I ever learn to let you go? When would I stop loving you?
It's not that I haven't tried to move on. I even begged Ate Gretchen, our handler, to give me solo projects. I knew I could do it, make it on my own. Unfortunately, the management thought otherwise. They feel our loveteam is still bankable. They just don't know how much all of this is killing me.
I still remember the day you told me about your relationship.
"Maymay. I have something important to tell you." You told me one afternoon after rehearsals.
I somehow knew you loved someone else.
"Huy. Ano yun?" I asked him as we took seats on the last row in the coliseum.
"Aaaahhh. Ano kasi...." you stuttered and couldn't look me in the eye. Then it just dawned on me. I felt this shiver down my spine.
"Kayo na."
It wasn't a question. I just stated what I had in mind. But I was hoping and praying that it wasn't the case.
You looked at me with surprise but didn't deny it.
I felt tears forming in my eyes. I knew you could see them. I didn't think I could take it anymore.
I laughed awkwardly and said, "Well, congratulations then Edward. I'm happy for you."
I stood up and started walking away.
Sandali. Yayakapin ko siya sa huling pagkakataon.
I turned and saw you still frozen in your seat. As I approached, you stood up and looked at me. In your eyes, I saw a mixture of surprise, relief and somehow, there was a hint of pain.
When I reached you, I pulled you into the tightest hug I could ever give you. I tucked my head into your shoulder and tried to memorize your scent. I was still fighting the urge to cry.
"Thank you, Maymay." You whispered as you hugged me back. I could not speak for I fear I would just bawl.
1 minute na lang po, Lord. I promise when I let go, kasama na lahat ng feelings ko para sa kanya.
But my tears just won't stop forming. I pulled away from you. I knew I was walking away from the love of my life.
Once my back was turned, I felt my tears as they started pouring. I started running once the door closed behind me.
I didn't know where to go. I was supposed to go home with you.
I remember finding myself seated at the nearest fastfood, holding my phone and staring blankly at the wall. Your mum called me more than 20 times but I just didn't have the heart to answer. How could I? When picking up would mean pretending I was fine?
It was Marco who found me that night. He just looked at me and listened. My tears told the story that I could not.
He knew. All along, he knew that I fell for his bestfriend.
