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HETTY MERANDUS


No. This was not good. I shouldn't cry. It was just happy crush. Hindi ako dapat umiyak. I sniffed and blinked rapidly to prevent my tears from falling.


Happy crush lang, Hetty. Happy crush. And if Healer is happy, why shouldn't you be?


Kaninang umaga ko pa 'yan sinasabi sa sarili ko. I just... couldn't help it. Happy crush ko na si Healer since elementary and I just never thought—


Studies at basketball ang priorities niya kaya bakit—


Bakit may kasama kang iba? Sino 'tong babae na kayakap mo sa picture?


And there they were again: my tears, threatening to fall. My friends told me to delete this picture but I just couldn't. Hindi naman sa masokista ako but I just... can't. I needed this to stop my illusion, to stop daydreaming, that Healer too, liked me. That he too, had feelings for me.


He did not. It was not me he liked.


What a way to start a new year—with a broken heart.


It was my fault, really. Umasa ako, nag-assume kahit hindi naman dapat. Healer was really just... kind. He was kind to everyone... kinder and gentler to me... probably because I was the cousin of one of his best friends.


Binigyan ko ng ibang meaning ang mga simpleng ngiti niya sa'kin, simpleng pag-wave ng kamay kapag nagkikita kami, simpleng paghanap sa akin sa crowd kapag may game sila, kahit ang simpleng pagtwag niya sa nickname ko. It was my fault. I shouldn't have given those little things meanings, I shouldn't have assumed that I was special. Ito siguro talaga ang napapala ng mga assuming.


And to rub salt in my wounded heart, I opened my messenger to re-read our messages to each other, albeit short at times and not very frequent, wala nang mapaglagyan noon ang kilig ko. Now, it was to be a reminder that it was just that. Healer already had someone, and it was not me. 

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