Untold Story of "US"

Prologue - The beginning of an end

June 29, 2019

Separation came.

It's already around 11 in the morning and we just had our brunch at a famous fastfood. Now, we are trying to look for a jeepney that would get me home.
When we get to the parking area for jeepneys, I asked a commuter.

"Excuse me, where is this jeep heading?", I politely asked a lady in white who is busy scanning her mobile phone at that time.

She looked at me and replied with, "to Quirino".

"Is that so? Thank you.", I answered lowly.

JM was just around the corner, listening when I turned to him.

"It's heading to Quirino.", I told him, hopelessly.

He didn't answer.

"I think you should go first so you could get home already", I said. I was worried that he'll get questioned at home because he just walked out the other night just to meet me without informing them.

"Are you sure. You'll not be sad?", he asked.

"Don't worry, I am good", I answered him. Of course, I'd always say I'm good. I'd always say I'm okay even though inside, I am tearing apart.

We were then walking towards the waiting area for buses going to south for him to get home already.

"Thank you for loving me", he said out of the blue.

I looked at him speechlessly.

"See you next year", he continued.

"See you, next year, maybe?", he repeated.

"Yes, see you next year, maybe.", I answered.

Finally a bus came. How I wish in my heart that there'd be no buses that time.

"I'll get on the bus already", he said gazing his black, expressive eyes towards me.

"Yes sure", I answered, I smiled and looked away so he won't see the pain in my eyes, then I looked back at him.

He hugged me hesistantly, I hugged him back and smiled sheepishly.

He approached and get on the bus, sat at the front sit and looked through the window at me and waved.

I smiled at him and waved my goodbye.

The bus went on.

Alone.

Silence.

I thought the ticking of the clock stopped.

I am disoriented and a bit lost.

I didn't know why it happened so fast.

Like "Hello's" and "Goodbye's".

I was with him for the last 12 hours. We enjoyed the other night. We spend it like there's no tomorrow. Those times I wished the clock stopped. I wanted our moment to last. Just like that, the two us, just lying in the bed, savoring every moment the universe had given us and enjoying each other's company talking, and kissing, and hugging and teasing and making love.

But there is no "us".

I had a great night but like what they said, every beautiful thing must come to an end.

So here it is.

Hi. I am Samantha and this is my untold story.