When the Pen Bleeds

PREDICTED LOVE

PREDICTED LOVE

Naniniwala ba kayo sa hula?

Kasi ako, hindi.

Not until the one who predicted my future was the man I loved before.

"Gusto mo hulaan kita?"

I let out a chuckle. "Sige."

He scanned me from head to toe and snapped his fingers when he finally got something to say. "Makikita mo daw ang makakatuluyan mo sa araw na ito."

"Sino?" I asked as if I'm interested with his answer. Like hello, kung alam mo lang na ikaw ang gusto kong makatuluyan.

He kept his eyes serious. "Yung manghuhula."

He was right. That day, as he confessed his true feelings to me, I did the same.

Kagaya ng ibang relasyon, naging masaya kami ni Andrei.

He loves to predict our future. 'Yong mga obvious na hula ba kaya talaga naman na nagkakatotoo 'yon.

Minsan nga hinulaan niya pa na may matatanggap daw akong surpresa mula sa kaniya ng araw na iyon.

And he was right again though I wasn't surprised because basically, I was already notified.

Our love with each other went well.

Kagaya nga ng sinabi ko na kagaya ng ibang relasyon, naging masaya kami– sa una.

All the tables turned when one day, I felt that he changed.

Naging malamig siya sa akin at bihira na lang niyang gawin ang mga hula-hula sa akin.

I tried to save our relationship. I really tried. Pero hindi na siguro babalik sa lahat ang dati lalo na nang hulaan niya ako sa huling pagkakataon.

"Huhulaan kita Denise." I just stayed quiet.

"Lolokohin ka daw ng boyfriend mo," he shamefully predicted.

I pinned my stare at him as I tried to analyse his thoughts. "Lahat ng hula mo nagkakatotoo." I answered plainly.

I noticed how he swallowed a lump in his throat. "N-Nagkatotoo na nga," he mumbled, not looking at me directly.

I nodded weakly. "Why?"

Una pa lang naman may kutob na ako. I'm not a fool to not feel that there's something wrong with us– with him.

Pero masakit pa rin pala kapag sinabi na sayo ng harapan ng taong mahal mo.

He sighed. "It's not you, it's me"

I laughed through my nose and shook my head in disbelief.

"I'm asking for a reason so do not answer me with that clichè line Andrei. Because if you're being like this, probably it's not me but you who have a problem!"

Silence fell between us for a short time.

Parang inaalam niya pa ang tamang salita na sasabihin niya sa akin.

"I-I'm already tired. Hindi na kagaya ng dati. I don't feel the s-spark...anymore," he uttered when he finally got the courage to explain.

"Napakababaw mo Andrei. That's why there's this thing we called rest right? Because if someone is tired, we can have a break. Hindi yung basta-basta susuko ka at maghahanap ng ibang babae."

Malumanay lang ang sagot ko ngunit may diin sa bawat salitang inilabas ko.

Pagod na siya? Paanong mapapagod siya kung ako lang naman itong gumagawa ng paraan para bumalik sa lahat ang dati?

I'm the one who's exhausted in this relationship.

"Sorry."

"Don't say sorry, if you're not really sorry." I retorted.  "F-Fine. I'll let you g-go. You're f-free now. Pero bago ka umalis sa harapan ko, huhulaan din kita."

Napakunot ang noo niya dahil sa sinabi ko.

Wala na rin namang paraan para magkabalikan kami.

Tama na siguro na puro ako na lang.

Isa pa, may bago naman na siya at niloko niya lang ako.

I observed him just like what he did when he first predicted my future.

"You will leave your new girl for another one because what you only want for love is the spark." I laughed mockingly. "Do not repeat that lame reason if you aren't making efforts to a relationship, Andrei. Definitely, sparks will be gone if only one person will make a way, you fool. Love is a give and take process, just you know. Huwag kang selfish."

WORK OF FICTION