Hazel's Sweet Revenge

Kabanata 15

*** Sabrina's ***

I guess it's true what they say. Once you satisfy one desire, it just agitates another.

I don't normally romanticize things because I find it stupid. I don't kiss people out of fun or just because I feel like doing it.

I haven't mastered the language of love. But it was imprinted in my head that love is like a series of zigzags. Every human emotion is activated, and once you feel attached, it is impossible to get the hell out without being inflicted with pain.

For me, love contradicts reality. Maybe I haven't had much actual experience, so it seemed less real. But Hazel has been right all along about love being subjective.

I felt every tip of her fingers. I felt her warmth. Her kisses were so soft against my skin, and I felt so high. How on earth did we ever manage to make love there? Still with our clothes on and losing buttons, I don't know, but we finally did it.

I'm in a constant state of excitement after that night. Feeling more connected and increasingly attached, I feel like I was drugged. I'm so high. In my entire life, I've never felt more in love.

"Any pet peeves?" She asked while we were having breakfast in their huge backyard.

It's past five in the morning, and we've been throwing random questions at each other this early. I wasn't really sure if we were just trying to get to know one another better or if we were just using words to pass the time because if we didn't, we might end up kissing again.

I tucked a few hairs behind her ear, "I don't know, maybe those who criticize everything I like. How about you?"

"I guess people who are always late." she said with a smile, showing off her left cheek dimple.

I smiled too, and I don't know why we've been smiling constantly at each other from the moment we woke up.

By the way, I spent the night in Hazel's room again and man we were unstoppable last night. I didn't know that Hazel could be that wild.

"I'm in love with you." I couldn't take it anymore.

She seems to be this modern embodiment of a confident, independent, and liberated young woman. I'm madly in love and completely enamored with her.

"I love you, too." She sidled up to me as she rested her head on my chest. 

"You have no idea what you did to me." Nanatili siya sa ganoong posisyon hanggang sa maramdaman na namin ang init ng sinag ng araw.

After breakfast, I had a quick conversation with Hazel's mom. She was running late again, but the words instantly stuck in my head.

"I know what's going on, Sab, and I'm happy for you and my daughter," she said, smiling.

"Love is to identify yourself with the one you see in the reflection of your future. I hope you both find that in each other. Choose love even when it's overflowing, just as you choose love when it's lacking." Her mother tapped me on the shoulder before completely leaving.