Author's Note: I found this note I wrote in my journal years ago when I was rummaging my closet. Kumusta na kaya 'tong nam-basted sa akin noon?
--
Dearest A,
"I wanna be your favorite girl."
You are so hard to let go of because you were the first guy who tied my shoelace. You're the only person who makes me laugh at the top of my lungs. The only person who gives me the feeling of eagerness to hold someone and hug so tight.
Your crooked smile makes me weak. I like you. I like you so damn much. I feel like I'm drowning with so much love for you that's why I'm hurting right now. It hurts to see you everyday and pretend that you are just a friend. It hurts listening to your stories with her in it. It hurts seeing you happy with her. That should have been me. I wish I was her.
I wish for you to care for me like you used to. I wish for you to laugh with me like you used to. I wish for you to stay whenever I am upset. I wish we could still go to the places we used to hang out. I wish for us to be just like before. Just us.
