Warning: R16
And so with that, life became pretty difficult as days passes by. I lose count of the hours, I'm not very fond of counting because I hate mathematics. But I'm on a slow process of being an Engineer, I guess, we have to hate something before we love them. Or maybe, that's what I thought.
The hands of clock had a quick chase, there are a lot of things that happened before my eyes and before I even noticed that it's here and it's happening. College sucks, truth shall be told. How many times do I have to say it, anyways? Everything changed too, it's really inevitable.
The Marmoris doesn't hang out more often, we're all stress and busy. If we happened to gather, there's always an absentee. George and hia family flew to America after the first semester, we had a simple gathering before he left. We became civil, but I'm not sure if everyone read that. I spent my free time with the few people that I've met, but no one can replace the warmth of Marmoris. There are times I bumped into one of them, just a simple greeting and quick catching up and that's it.
Change is really inevitable. Perhaps, Lennon and I are no exception. Timezone really fuck us both, it became the root of our endless arguments. Ang umaga ko ay gabi sa kanya, ang gabi ko ay umaga sa kanya. I poured my focus on my studies instead of arguing with him, instead of demanding just a little time from him. He spent his hours working, and I really understand that. At the end of the day, we settle it too.
After my first year in college, second year is more fuck up. Wala na ang generalization sa mga subjects, ito na ang mas masakit pang reyalidad. And mind you, it's just my second year. Mas naging abala ako, na dumating sa puntong siya na ang nanghihingi ng oras na hindi ko maibigay. Katiting lang ang natitira sa akin, nagpapahinga naman ako dahil sa panghahapo. Hindi naman ako nakakalimot na magpadala ng mensahe, ngunit oras ang inaabot bago siya sumagot.
Minsan ay may mga tawag akong hindi niya nasasagot, ngunit may punto rin halos hindi ko masagot ang mga tawag niya. There was no one to be blame, we were both busy with our things. We settled our priorities, we sort it out too. Mahalaga ang pag-aaral ko, alam ko namang naiintindihan niya. Mahalaga rin ang trabaho, naiintindihan ko iyon.
Buwan ng Agosto, ikatlong taon bilang isang kolehiyo. Malapit na, iyon lang ang nasa isip ko, maabot ko na. Pangalawang taon na rin ni Lennon sa Espanya, at ngayong taon ang uwi niya. Ang tanging nagiging inspirasyon ko na lang ay ang pag-uwi ni Lennon, ayoko ngang mapahiya sa kanya kapag mababa ang mga grado ko! Minsan ay kasama ko siyang nag-aaral, binabantayan ako! I don't want him to think that I'm just playing with him, or to let him change his view about me. Baka akalain niya ay pabaya ako!
Dumating nga ang araw na iyon, hindi ko na kayang itago ang ngiti sa labi. Maaga akong sinundo ni Aster, sa airport na raw ang tuloy namin. Nakatanaw lang ako sa labas, halos bilangin ko ang mga segundo. Huminga ako nang malalim, ang sikip ng dibdib ko. Hindi dahil masakit, ngunit dahil sa saya. Matapos ang dalawang taon sa trabaho, makikita ko na ulit siya.
"You're fidgeting," Aster laugh mockingly, he then shook his head. "You're really patient,"
"May mga bagay na hindi minamadali," Tipid na ngiti ang gumuhit sa labi ko. "Hindi kami nagmamadali, that's the best thing." I added.
"I wish nothing but all the good things here on Earth for the both of you," He's the best brother, my best asteroid. My one and only favorite, because he never left me. Sana ay dati ko pa napagtanto, puros galit lang ang nararamdaman ko sa kanya noon. He's real and cruel, pero para sa ikabubuti ng lahat.
He parked the car as we arrived in NAIA, we immediately went to the lounge instead of waiting right in front of the gate. The Vestas are there too, waiting. Kaagad kaming binati nina Tito Lionel at Tita Michelle, wala si Sea dahil maghihintay na lang daw sa bahay.
BINABASA MO ANG
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