I'll be sharing 4 stories of how it all started. Why? Because someone down the rainbow asked me in a conversation I will be putting down below. Bad idea. But if you're reading this, and I'm pretty sure you will be, hello! So yes, the 4 stories are different, and I've probably told a few of you if you are reading this, about how everything began. But I'm a sucker for love stories.
And I'm pretty sure behind every bitter man-hating girl, is a little girl who still believes in happy endings.
So for my whole elementary life, I grew up in an "almost" all-girl's catholic school just 5 minutes from home. The boy's population in school was only about 1/8 of the whole school. Thus, shortage of guys = no crush life. Every girl at school used to have crushes. My two best friends used to talk about that one guy they really liked when I was about 11? And I couldn't careless. I was this happy-go-lucky girl who just danced a lot. I had a teensy-weensy crush when I was in the 6th grade, but it turns out we just couldn't happen. And reason will not be stated. Someone gave me a rose on Valentine's Day that same year, we sent each other really cute love letters, or notes? And it was really funny because we didn't want anyone else to know so before we hit lunch or whatever, we'd secretly open each other's bag, put a letter inside, close it - before leaving the room. I mean, how cute is that? I still have every single one of them. But obviously, during highschool - we parted ways. And here goes the start of my adventure.
Story 1.
Highschool was pretty much different. There was almost the same number of guys and girls in class, so it took some time to get used to. I ran for batch auditor that year under a red party banner. We had to perform a production number/dance number because it was a tradition, so we danced to "Jai Ho" by Nicole *idk how to spell her last name*. It was really popular that time. The first years had to dance below the stage, and I was at the center, or almost at the center. And after that time, an ex-classmate of mine from gradeschool told a current classmate that someone had a crush on me. And obviously, this current classmate told me. And in my head, I was thinking, ha? Kinsa man na? Wa lagi ko kaila ana. Hmmm. So they told me who it was and to my surprise, he didn't look half bad. Everyone in the room started teasing me, and eventually I fell. But it wasn't long 'til he found some other girl to woo, and I had a crush on him for like 5 months. It was really cute because I didn't know how to handle it.
Story 2.
One random day, just really random. It was I think December 10, 2009 if I'm not mistaken. It was our school open house, so we had no classes. My really close friend back then, we shall name Astro (and yes, it's a she) and I were sitting at the back of our school building near the cafeteria. A random conversation popped out of nowhere when we finally had this weird idea that we were never going to end up with our recent crushes. And yes, I'm talking about Story 1. She already had someone in mind, which leaves me with nothing. So I decided to look around and see if someone could catch my eye. And boom, there he was. Playing with a broomstick. I don't know why I chose him, I just had this weird feeling it was going to turn out fine. I told my friend who it was, and Astro's initial reaction was, but doesn't he already like someone else? And I was like yeah, he does. But they're not yet official, so what the hell, let's give it a shot. It was really weird because after I vowed to "move on" from story 1 and just casually and intentionally fall for story 2, our paths suddenly kept crossing and soon enough he i hope he did fall for me, for a really short while.
Fast Forward: Astro and her special someone, they worked out. But story 2 and me? No. Not really.
Story 3.
I vowed never to fall in love again.
Or so I thought? After a break-up with story 2, I met someone else. Or he met me? Whatever. I was going through a really bad break-up with no closure at all. Story 2 had a organization, where story 3 met me. On one crazy random night, he decides to chat with me. I was okay with it. He felt sorry for me and helped me get better in a way. That same night, he asked for my digits, and I was like okay, maybe he'd tell story 2 about what i went through and be a bridge or something. But we ended up texting each other and calling each other every night despite his busy schedule.
But we still didn't work out.
Story 4.
So yeah, I was eventually getting over the last relationship I underwent. It was hard but bearable. College was really fun. In the course I'm taking, there's like a 55-45 boy to girl ratio, but I was dealing with it in highschool so it wasn't really hard. College also took me to bars and drink and cigarettes. And you, if ever you are reading this, this is the answer to your why.
It was a random friday night that our barkada decided to hit the bar and grab a bottle, and being the "not-KJ" person that I am, I went with them. It will be really boring if you just drink because nobody really talked. I mean, it was the first few weeks of class so we decided to have a little game called truth or dare. It was his turn. And I could remember this perfectly.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth"
"If you could do someone, who would it be?"
"Bai. Di jud ko maghuna-huna ana. Ganahan jud ko mu respeto ug babae nya di jud ko mutubag ana."
I don't know if you were trying to get some pogi points or what, but you made me realize that people like that still exist. And that's the first reason why I fell for you. I can't tell if we're going to wind up together, but I'm staying if I can. :)
Sometimes, you just don't know what the world brings to you. Sometimes a really awkward chat message saying "Hi uy." could end up being something more. Or a little spill over who you're crushing on could mean developing a new something over time. Or saying the right words at the right time could actually make someone think differently about someone.
I don't regret falling for any of the 4 stories, no matter how tragic it ended. If it weren't for all those 4, I wouldn't be the strong, well-guarding, happy, contented woman I am today. And if you ask me, yes I did love you at sometime, but sometimes moving on is the only choice you have when nothing is left to look back to. :)
