My Rival's Love Language

My Rival's Love Language (Darwin and Chie's love story)
Since time immemorial, my grandmother taught me that every action I take will always have a
corresponding reaction. Every decision I make will have its consequences. I was always
commended by everyone I knew for my sound judgment and even perfect choices. As expected of
me, I chose Political Science and dreamed of becoming a lawyer someday.
I lived by the principle that I would never be a fool of my judgment. But then I realized... living a
life where you must always strive for faultless decisions is not truly living at all.
When you spend your teenage years with three older sisters, you develop a shared delusion of
grandeur when it comes to men and their looks. I grew up fantasizing about Brad Pitt, Leonardo
DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Aga Muhlach, Richard Gomez, and Albert Martinez.
Darwin didn't make a strong first impression on me-he wasn't tall, handsome, a good singer, or
rich. According to my siblings, those were the essential standards for a boyfriend or a husband. I
first saw Darwin in my first year of college. We were classmates back then, and I hated his guts,
thinking he was so smart-and all the professors knew it.
We weren't close, but we had common friends. We never even said hi to each other, even when we
were in the same group during lunchtime or study sessions in the library.
Thinking back, hindi ko sya nakikita magreview, lagi nya sinasabi samin bakit mo kailangan
magreview na parang ngayon ka pa lang nagbabasa o pinag-aaralan ang dapat sana
natutunan at naintindihan mo na sa klase. He seemed easygoing, walang dalang books kapag
pumapasok, pero laging nakakasagot kapag tinanong ng professor, and no matter how hard I
tried, I never won a debate against him whenever we were paired up in a mock trials, and it
annoyed me to no end, but little did I know that annoyance would eventually turned into
admiration.