The Third Time
It was way back high school when I first fell for someone. Loving him for almost four years was not easy. After many times of rejection and his ‘pamumulsa’, he eventually realized that he needed me now. When the time came that I’ve finally forgotten him, he came back and tried to win me. But after more than three years of waiting, I told him it had long been over.
In first year college, I met someone again, and he made me see that I can love again the second time around. Everything was so perfect – he loved me, i loved him. But he cannot take the pressure of keeping up with me. He told me lies just to make me realize that he’s no good to me. Although I appreciate the kind of concern he had for me, it could have been a lot easier for me to move on from the pain if he had been more honest. Now that we are the best friends, promises of us being together again is now gone. It will never be us again.
And now, falling the third time around is a feeling I had long been forgotten. I never thought I could possibly feel it in a person who just used to walk past me every morning; in him who would not care if I walk through the door in late afternoons. Thank you for coming into my life. And after a couple of years of a dead love story, it had started again with you. You’re now mine, I’m yours…
