We started to "fall" in such a young age,
He was seventeen and I was fifteen
My older sister called it just a spur of a moment.
A phase.
"Panandaliang landi"
They said it was normal, to feel and encounter this kind of moment. To experience that magical thing that is most likely called love.
But as time goes by, yung pandalian naging hobby na ata. We both got used to each other's presence. We got to the point that our day will never be complete without seeing each other, without spending time with each other.
Again they said it was just our hormones. They said it's normal. Just a phase..
We never really got serious. All we know is we enjoy being with each other and with that thought we both got contented. Just us.. happy.
But as we grow old, this feeling intensifies. Something grew inside me that I couldn't really pinpoint.
In the age of nineteen I declared that I am in love.
So young and full of hope.. so.. lively.
He was twenty-one and I was nineteen when we tried to figure things out between us.
In that young age we thought that love is enough. That the "love" we had is everything.
But time has proven us wrong.
Maybe love isn't really enough.
Keeping this love is hard.
They said love is stronger than fear, stronger than uncertainty..
Maybe the love we had is indeed strong
but maybe it is both of us that aren't.
