019 : Short story

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I was 17 and you were 23 when we met each other.

Ang sabi mo isip bata ako. Tinawag mo pa nga akong immature for acting like a child. Ikaw ang unang taong tumawag sa akin ng ganon. Despite of being immature on your eyes, I still wanted to be close to you.

It was summer, month of May when we had our first conversation.

I told you I like you even if I really don’t. Hindi ko rin alam kung pinaniwalaan mo ko o sinasabayan mo lang ang trip ko. From that day, we didn’t let a day pass without talking to each other.

It was August when I told you I was falling for you for real.

You told me you don’t believe in love, but you like me. Your dad left your mom which made you hate the idea of it. Ang sabi mo pa nga sa akin, I’ll be your top pick when your prospective in love changes. I was the happiest that time. Who would have thought that the person I admire felt the same way as I do?

It was September when I found out that you’re in a relationship.

Nagalit ako sayo nang sobra, but I didn’t tell you. Umiwas ako. Lumayo ako to give way to your relationship. Unfortunately, you didn’t even bother to ask me why. Hinayaan mo akong mawala. I thought I was your top pick, but where was I?

It was October when you left her with no reason.

Bumalik ka sa akin. You were asking me to come back to you. And I was stupid enough to believe in your words again. You courted me.

I was 18 and you were 24 when I gave you my yes.

We were both the happiest that time. We shared smiles and laughters. We even planned our future together. Pero sabi nga nila, kapag pinaplano, hindi natutuloy.

I was 19 and you were 25 when you left me.

I was asking you where did we go wrong. I was begging for answers, but all you had given me was the assurance that you’d be back. I wanted answers for my questions, but you gave me a promise which you have broken.

It was 10:59 in the evening of May 2016 when you bid goodbye.

Before you took your leave, I asked you for one last time, “when will you come back?” which you answered “soon, sweetheart, soon”.

It has been four years, yet I am still holding on to those words you said. When is that “soon?” When will you give me the moon and stars who have promised? When will you hold my hand and say “you are not the sun, but you light up my whole world”? And when will you come back and fulfill all your promises?

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