His Last Wish

He was 16

And I was 15.

Summertime nang nagkakilala tayo isang park nang aksidente mo akong natapunan ng juice.

Dahil sa insidenteng yun I shouted at you. And left you while your mouth was forming an 'O'.

You were shocked because of my rude attitude.

June 8, 2015

This is the start of my Grade 10 journey.

And we met each other again.

You directly look into my eyes and I was too intimidated.

I look down and dire- diretso ako sa paglalakad.

First day of school.

2nd time we met.

September 7,2015

Start na ng intramurals.

Isa akong photo journalist.

And you were an athlete.

You are not a basketball player but you were a badminton player.

I took a picture each of athlete when they were in game and after they played I ask their names, age and grade and section.

I tried my best to shoot a good picture.

Then I caught you smiling when playing.

And that time, I was mesmerized by your smile.

The first time I've experienced infatuation.

It was odd. Kasi baguhan palang ako.

Yes. I am a girl na walang alam sa paligid.

After that, I hurriedly went to the office of our organization. Then start writing a caption on every pictures I captured.

I look at your picture. Ikaw lang ang bukod tangi kong hindi nakuha ang peronal infos. na kailangan sa caption.

Lumabas ulit ako at hinanap kita.
Then I saw you with your Barkadas eating in the cafeteria. Laughing outloud and most of the girls na napapadaan sa harap mo, congratulated you for winning the game.

Lumapit ako sainyo noon.
And I heard your Barkadas saying 'ohhh yan yung sinasabi mo na girl?'

He just nodded. I don't know kung ano ba talaga yung pinag uusapan nila.

And then I look at you.

'Hey, can I ask your name? Age? Grade and section? I just needed it for the school paper'

You just nodded and start talking.

' I'm John Edward Guevarra, 16, Grade 11- A. You what's your name?'

'H-ha?'

'I said my name is--'

'Yah. Yah I got it. Thank you'

And I turned my back to you because my face is burning like hell and my heart races.

I half run walk.

And got inside the office and start again writing.

Hindi ko namamalayan na nakatulala na pala ako sa picture mo kung hindi ko lang narinig yung mga yabag ng aking co-writer.

They were so exhausted for the intrams. Habol dito habol doon. Finding infos. About the player.

One of my co-writer ask me,