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The unfolding of all true love stories

Today I met him, the boy in the middle of this whole love story.

Back in eight grade of my schooling, I had a huge crush on him.

Actually, when I say huge, it’s a complete understatement. I had a gargantuan crush on that guy.

It was like one of those fairytale love stories your grandmother would have made up, to convince you to get married.

I believed in that fairytale. I believed in love, and him, just as much.

During my pinky frilly days (minus the pink and frill, realistically I was a tomboy), I was the goon in school, and a good one at that.

I bullied my schoolmates who picked on nice kids like me. You know the ones, spotty, wearing cheap plastic glasses that covered more than just the eyes, the whole face really.

As cool as we considered ourselves to be, in reality my friends and I were actually the dorky geeks of the school. My pals and I were uncool and shunned by the so called “cooler people”.

On the contrary, the teachers loved geeks like me. We had the best grades, the simplest hairstyles and we were the best-behaved children. But I was also good at sports. Sports were given a lot of importance in our school and sportsmen in my school were like the quarterbacks in Hollywood teen movies. They were the idols. My spectacles never came between me and my star status. Until I fell in love.

If you were to ask me about the whole deal now, I would call it silly.

But then, I never felt silly. It was a serious and dramatic chapter for me in my life.

The beginning of my true love story

I remember the day when I first saw him and it feels like it was just yesterday. My friends and I were walking on the loggia and then, just like in one of the H-Town mush movies, time just stood still. The dry leaves stopped in midair and so did the rest of the world. He was coming from the other side with his pals. He was so handsome, so dashing and so all that. Who was he? He was a senior, and two years older than me. I got to know that later that day.

Where there is a will, there is a way, especially when it comes to information. I was in eighth grade and he was in tenth grade. Wow! His class was very close to the ladies’ room. I started frequenting the loo so much that my teacher had to send me to the sick room to check if I had some bladder infection. She was right, I did have an infection. It was love.

Within no time I had all the information about him. He had an elder brother who was married. He lived near the city hall. And he went by the route ‘3’ bus. Sadly, I went home by route ‘1’ bus.

I tried going once by route ‘3’ bus. He was there, reclining in the back seats, talking and flirting with his girlfriends. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. To make things worse, going by route ‘3’ meant that I had to walk four miles back home.

I wanted him to know that I liked him but at times, I wanted the secret to die with me. Now I wonder if that was limerence or true love I was feeling for him. I guess there was that bit of girliness underneath my skin of a tomboy. How could I tell him, should I even tell him, and other questions along those lines became more important to me than algebra and differentiation.

I loved him, I was sure of that then. I wanted to marry him and live happily ever after. All this, without ever knowing whether there was a girl in his life or whether he would ever like me. I was pretty sure he would like me. He was supposed to. Everyone liked me. Why wouldn’t he? I could never summon the courage to tell him.

The days passed and I passed into my ninth grade. Now I was a big girl who was trying to hide the tomboy in the closet. I was a girl who was trying to be a girl. I grew my hair despite my battles with the comb. My skirt got shorter and my socks got lower. Although I wasn’t allowed to wax in my traditional school, I didn’t have to worry about that. I had great legs. I wanted to lure him with my beauty. I was beautiful although I wore glasses. [Read: How to seduce a guy who isn’t yours]

In ninth grade, my class ended up being the one opposite his and I didn’t have to frequent the loo to see him anymore. One time, he got a sty in his eye and I felt like I had one too, the whole week. I had two Valentine’s Day cards, two get-well-soon cards, and one Congratulations card when he won the Badminton’s Title. Although I never gave any of them to him. And how could I have given it to him, he didn’t even know that I loved him.

The first conversation of love

But I was certain that he knew about my secret love story, how could he not know that I loved him when the whole world knew it. The sky, the trees, the earth, my badminton racquet that I picked up when I knew it was his favorite game, and all my friends. How could he be so ignorant of my eyes which were so full of love and my heart which sighed every time I saw him?

I never tried to conceal my love, but I didn’t want to force him to love me. I had walked half the distance for him and wanted him to cross the rest. I knew he would come. Every year, a sports tournament was organized by the school and students from all the schools across the country participated in it. It was a big event in September. It was a very exciting experience and the perfect platform to meet new faces and a chance to express your crush, love and… whatever!

I was being desperate and itching to shed the goody-two-shoes. If only I could tell him, everything would settle. Feminism was in, a lot of girls ask guys out, and I was not an alien.

I made up my mind to tell him in the Badminton court. I had kept a nice frock for the occasion. I wore it, tied my hair in a ponytail, applied home-stolen scarlet lipstick, and my aunt’s heels (which were way too big for me). I was ready to dispatch myself for the mission.

He was there as expected, like the Prince Charming of Cinderella. And I was his Cinderella, only without the glass slippers. Or so I thought. I went to the court where he was practicing and occupied a corner. He was playing and I had to wait for him. He looked at me and I waved. He turned away, no hints there. I stood there for an hour and he was still playing. Why can’t he stop for a minute and listen to me? Maybe he wanted to meet me alone and so was pretending to play.

My mind was working furiously. But I could see that he wasn’t focused on the game as he was missing many shots. He walked up to me. “Hey, whom are you waiting for?”

“Y…ouu…” All I could manage to say, after stuttering for a minute.

“Me, why?” he asked in mock surprise. By then I had summoned all my courage, enough to tell him that it was important to talk to him alone and somewhere less public. So we were walking together. He was eying me intensely. I got the heebie jeebies, and yet, it excited me. It was a difficult walk, as my heels were too big for me. But I loved it, the walk. After walking a while, he stopped abruptly. “What do you want from me?”

“You” I blurted without hesitation. Cheesy and ego shattering, but what can a ninth grader say when all they used to watch back in those days was Animal Planet. He was amused. Oh wow, he likes me. “You are kidding, right?” he asked me. I could only shake my head for no.

“So is that why you’re wearing a Christmas frock in September and putting on scarlet lipstick. To lure me for a date? You look like a fool. Didn’t you see the mirror before coming here? Go home and put that lipstick in your locker if you want to attract a boy sometime in your life. You’re a child and I don’t date children.”

The end of love as I knew it

Snip, snip… with each word that he uttered, he was snipping away all the confidence I ever had. He walked away. I sat on the ground. I didn’t know when I got back home. I could never love again. I was shattered. A year passed but my love for him never changed even after his harsh words.

I loved him the same way I did the first day I saw him. That love had made me a real girl. My friends too had grown up. A very dear friend of mine used to travel in the same school bus as he did. She was more beautiful than me. And she didn’t wear glasses. She got friendly with him. It was done with a purpose to bring him to me. There was a ray of hope at last. But instead of bringing him to me, she hooked up with him. They fell in love with each other.

Time passed by and I really grew up this time. I passed my years with good grades. My friend and he were still together. I was still friends with her too. To pursue my education, I went to the big city where my parents lived. But the memories of my small town dorms and him were with me all the time. Could I ever forget him? When I first got to my parent’s place, I didn’t like the big city. It was just too big. And there were no things such as friendship, everyone was in his or her own boat rowing on to crush others.

A true love story rekindled

But then I clung close to my parents and I loved it. I was tuned to my studies and made myself forget the whole heart-breaking “trauma” of my teen years. Do you think I could ever make the folly of falling in love again? I never did believe I would.

But I did fall in love again. There was this guy, my neighbor. For the first time in my life I was a girly girl who actually was hogging all the stares of the men from Mars, and vicious green stares from Venusian eyes. For the first time in my life, I started flirting. “Harmless flirting”, that’s what one of my cousins called it. My neighbor was very handsome and I could say, quite interested too.

So we started our little game of “harmless flirting”. We would look at each other and smile. But there was nothing more than that. No words. He was good, with words (gestures actually, as we never spoke to each other) and I was mesmerized by his eyes. I never thought that I could fall in love all over again. I was a veteran in love long before it was time to be one.

I had left everything of my past behind, even the phone numbers and addresses of my friends. I was happy with my new found flirting partner. I had my future clearly etched for me. I would study hard as I always did, get a job and would flirt with him for a change, if he ever remained around that long.

I was going through a blank frame of mind for a few days and the occasional veranda flirt also failed to cheer me up. So I completely avoided going out on the balcony for two days. One time, as I was sauntering home after school, I saw him. My flirting friend. Whoa, what was he doing here? He waved his hands and gestured towards me. I felt like I was in a stupor, I went to him. “Where were you the last two days?” he asked.

So he could use his mouth to communicate. Interesting.

“I was wondering if something happened to you”, he added.

“No, I am fine”, I managed to say. It was one thing to flirt from your balcony, but a completely different thing to talk to him, that too in front of your school. “Wanna have coffee?” he asked all of a sudden. “Uhm, oh, ok” Whew, I could talk to him too, though in monosyllables. He took me to a café. I was on my first date.

My first date with love

My first date, and I was so not ready for it! There I was on my first date. The worst part was that he was looking so handsome. And he was talking to me like he knew me for years. I was too busy thinking. He was asking why he didn’t see me on the balcony the last two days. I just shrugged my shoulder and said, “Blame my shitty mood”. I couldn’t believe that I had cussed in front of him. Ding Ding! Minus two hundred points!

My first date was converting into a disaster and I was the jackass axing the branch I was sitting on. Believe it or not, surprisingly, it didn’t end in a disaster. He asked me out and we met frequently afterwards. He was pursuing a graduate degree. And I got to know much more about him and his family as the time passed. His name is Andrew. Not a romantic name.

But today I can tell you that he is the most romantic person in the world. He is responsible for bringing out the lost confidence in me and I am not afraid to be myself with him. He is mine and I could ask for nothing more. He proposed to me and it was the best day of my life. Of course, I accepted and we’re going to get married soon.

Just last month, my first crush tracked me down on Facebook. He got my number from one of my old classmates and called me up. He was in the city and wanted to meet. Why? Just like that, an acquaintance with an old friend was what he said. He was begging me to meet him. I told him that I would meet him at a café the next evening. I was so not looking forward to meeting him though.

When I discussed it with my fiancé, he told me to go and meet the guy. “Talking has never killed anyone and as long as your old love story doesn’t rekindle, I have no issues.” He was teasing me. That “old love story” had failed to revive after all those long years. I wasn’t even able to remember his full name.

After work the next day, I went to meet this guy. Surprisingly, I was able to recognize him. He hadn’t changed one bit. But something was different this time, I wasn’t feeling that tingle. Nothing. Zilch. It felt like he was just a stranger that I had bumped into for a conversation. Perhaps I had grown up or perhaps the pages of my love story were filled with another man’s name.

I wasn’t feeling any bitterness towards him either. The half hour with him felt like a business meeting. No emotions or fake emotions exchanged. I couldn’t even understand why he even wanted to meet me. We were never friends. When I told him that I was engaged, he seemed shocked.

“You can’t do that to me, I like you a lot!” he said all of a sudden.

“What do you mean by that?”

His reaction was a surprise to me. “Your scarlet lipstick looks good on you,” he reminded me, hoping to rekindle that day when I was crazy about him.

But it hit me the other way, and the pain of that evening came rushing back to me. I just looked at him, blankly. “I don’t want you to live in the past.” I wasn’t able to hold back words this time around.

“It was just a childhood crush. Please don’t take it seriously. I am fine with my life and have no clue why you’re bringing this up, and now, after all these years. I am happy with my partner and wish you can find someone nice for yourself too. Please don’t get in touch with me again. Good luck with your life.” I told him and rushed home to meet my love.

We can all fall in love plenty of times, but there’s always that one special time when we come across a perfectly true love story in your own life.

So don’t be afraid to fall in love, and don’t ever give up on it, because romantic true love stories may seem like a fairytale, but they’re usually always waiting for you right around the corner

Death cannot stop true love; all it can do is delay it for a while. This is a story between Kurt and Jewel on how they live their life for an almost love story.

Almost a Love Story

Ang sabi ng marami, ang pag ibig daw ay parang nag-aantay ng isang masasakyang taxi. Kailangan mong mag antay ng may darating. Kung sasabay ka sa byahe niya, kailangan mong magbigay ng pera, at kailangan ka rin niyang suklian.

Pero ako, hindi ako sang-ayon sa mga sinasabi nila. Paano kasi, kung nakarating na kayo sa pupuntahan niyo? Hindi niyo ba naisip na kailangan nang umalis ng taxi? At kailangan na niyang magpatuloy sa kanyang byahe?

Paano ka nalang? Maiiwan ka kung saan ka bumaba?

At siya? Kailangang mag move on? Na parang walang nangyari?

Si Jewel. Simula nang mangyari ang trahedya sa aming buhay, hindi na niya ako pinapansin. Para akong hangin na lang na napapadaan sa kaniya.

Lumapit siya sa kung saan ako nakaupo. Nandito kame sa kusina ng condo na pinundar naming dalawa.

“Jewel? Papansinin mo na ba ako?” pero nilagpasan niya lang ako at kumuha siya ng kape sa coffee maker at umupo sa upuan katapat ng inuupuan ko.

Nakatingin lang siya sa kawalan at mukhang malungkot yung mga mata niya. Pero hindi naman nabawasan ang ganda niya sa kanyang morning look. Kababangon lang kasi namin mula sa higaan. Magulo ang mahahaba niyang buhok at naniningkit pa ang kanyang magagandang mga mata.

Hindi niya parin talaga ako papansinin. Naaalala ko tuloy yung dati nung una siyang nagtapat sa akin.

“Bes, may ibibigay ako saiyo.” Inabot niya sa akin ang isang letter. Letter na nagsasabi na. Matagal na daw siyang may gusto sa akin. Binasa ko yun sa harap niya at naisipang lokohin siya sa pamamagitan ng aking expression sa mukha.

“Hmmm...” pero agad siyang nagpanic at nagsalita pagkatapos kong basahin yung letter niya sa akin.

“Bes, mahal kita higit pa sa bilang bestfriend pero kung hindi rin yun ang nararamdaman mo~~” tinakpan ko yung bibig niya at nagsimula akong magsalita.

“Bes, paano mo nasabing hndi rin yun ang nararamdaman ko? Mahal na mahal kita. Hindi ako magttyaga sa katulad mo kung hindi kita mahal, haha” biro ko sa kanya.

Tinanggal niya yung pagkakahawak ko sa kanya sa bibig, “Ang yabang mo ah! Seryoso ba yan bes?” tumayo ako sa kinauupuan ko at lumuhod sa tapat ng kinauupuan ni Jewel.

“I, Cyril Kurt Sarmiento, loves the girl in front of me and promise to protect her and give her all my life, will you be my girl and lifetime partner, Jewel Ricafuerte?”

Tinitigan ko siya nun sa mukha at napakapula na yata ng kanyang mukha. Kaya pala sa limang taon naming naging mag bestfriend ay hindi ko siya nakitang nagka boyfriend at ni nagkagusto sa lalaki ay hindi ko rin napansin sa kanya, ako pala ang gusto niya. Akala ko nga nung una ay tomboy siya.

Pero imposible yun kasi nga napakaganda niya at napaka-hinhin. Napakabait at Napakamaasikasong kaibigan din yang si Jewel, hindi lang sa akin, pati na rin sa mga kaibigan ko at kaibigan niya. Kaya rin lalong napalapit ang loob ko sa kanya.

Hindi ko masasabing ang love story ko ay ang pinaka magandang love story sa mundong ito. Its a common thing to have a girl bestfriend this time. At yung girl bestfriend mo ay nagtapat sa iyo at swerte niyong dalawa dahil matagal mo na rin siyang gusto.

Pero isa lang ang masasabi ko nung araw na naging girlfriend ko siya. Sobrang saya ko at halos hindi mo matanggal ang ngiti ko sa aking mga labi hanggang sa pag tulog ko.

Nagkakilala kame ni Jewel nang mapadaan ako sa may lugar nila na kung saan ay bigla akong nabugbog dahil inabangan pala ako ng mga kaaway namin mula sa ibang school.

Tama ang nasa isip mo. 14 years old palang ako ay kasama na ako sa fratermity. Isa nga daw akong gangster sabi nila.

Bugbog na bugbog ako nung mga oras na yun. Alam ko yun dahil namamanhid na yung katawan ko nun at nahimatay ako at pagkagising ko ay nasa bahay na ako nila Jewel.

Dun ko unang nakilala si Jewel at ang mga magulang niya. Nag iisang anak si Jewel at sabik magkapatid. Napag alaman kong pareho kame ng pinapasukan ng school. Simula nun ay araw araw na kameng magkasama hanggang grumaduate kame at nagka trabaho. Dun nagsimula ang matagal pagkakaibigan namin at tuluyan niya akong napagbago.

Halos araw-araw ay magkasama kame. Magkasamang kumakain pag lunch. Magkasamang papasok sa school at magkasamang uuwi. Magkasamang gagawa din ng project and assignments.

Sobrang inspired ako nun kaya naman naging Suma- Cumlaude ako nung grumaduate ako nung college.

Nagdaan ang anim na taon sa amin. Tuloy-tuloy parin ang byahe ng pag iibigan namin. Minsan masaya, minsan naman ay may tampuhan. May kanya-kanya narin kameng carreer sa buhay at naging busy na rin kame sa mga trabaho namin.

Naging isang magaling siyang wedding planner at ako naman ay naging isang manager sa isang kompanya ng mga langis. OO. At the age of 25, naging manager na kaagad ako. At sapat na rin ang naipon ko upang magpakasal kameng dalawa.

Nandito kame ngayon sa may mamahaling restaurant nag didinner sa Penthouse ng isang hotel. Nirentahan ko ito upang isagawa ko yung pagppropose ko ng kasal. Excited ako nun at talagang pinaghandaan ko.

“Jewel, there’s something I need to tell you.” Tumingin siya sa akin pagkatapos niyang sumubo ng pasta.

“Jewel, I want you to be part of your life, legally and spiritually. Will you marry me?” tumingin siya sa inilahad ko sa kanyang box ng singsing na may diamond sa gitna.

Pero ilang segundo pa ay tinitigan niya lang ito. Kinuha ko yung singsing sa box at ilalagay sana sa mga daliri niya nang tabigin niya ang aking mga kamay.

“Kurt I am sorry.”

“Sorry for what Jewel?”

“I cannot marry you right now..” napatungo ako at natulala sa sinabi niyang iyon. Nagflashback sa akin lahat lahat ng mga nangyari sa amin mula nung una kameng magkakilala.

Nung nagpropose ako sa kanya. Nung binigyan niya ako ng letter at nagtapat siya na mahal niya ako. Yung mga pasyal namin sa iba’t ibang lugar.

Tumakbo siya papalayo sa akin at sumakay ng Elevator. Tiningnan ko lang siya tumakbo pero dahil kailangan ko ng dahilan kung bakit ayaw niyang magpakasal sa akin ay sinundan ko siya. Naabutan ko pang bukas ung elevator kaya nakasabay ko parin siya sa elevator at kaming dalawa lang sa loob.

“Baket Jewel?”

“Kurt, Please give me some time. Give me my life back.” Hindi ko maintindihan yung life na sinasabi niya.

“Give your Life back?” *TING* at bumukas ang elevator sa may basement parking lot. Lumabas si Jewel at nagsimulang maglakad.

“Jewel, stop walking and talk to me!” Sigaw ko habang hinahabol siya. Nahawakan ko yung braso niya. Tumigil siya at humarap sa akin.

“Talk to you?? Yan! Yan ang gusto mo lagi. TALK WITHOUT CONVERSING!” napatayo ang balahibo ko sa lakas at taas ng boses ni Jewel. Hindi ko siya maintindihan. Tiningnan ko si Jewel at nakita kong tumutulo yung kanyang mga luha sa pisngi.

“Kurt, Magkasama tayo araw araw pero parang hindi kita paramdaman. Lagi tayong nag uusap pero parang hindi naman talagang conversation ang ginagawa naten. You are here, but we are not together. We are not talking but we are not really communicating, Hindi na kita maramdaman tapos ngayon magpapakasal ka sa akin? Ayokong magpakasal sa multo Kurt. Ayoko”

“Multo? Demmet Jewel! Simula nung magkaroon tayo ng mga trabaho, I have promised that I’ll do everything para makaipon kaagad para mapakasalan ka at makabuo kaagad tayo ng pamilya. I want to be secured Jewel. I want to live a good life with you.” Ang pagpapaliwanag ko.

“You always takes me for granted. You know how I miss you everyday. But everyday, I get used to it. Naiilang pa nga ako pag magkasama tayo ng dalawang araw sunod sunod eh.”

Nasaktan ako sa sinabi niya kaya naman binitawan ko yung mga braso niya, feeling ko nanlalambot yung mga tuhod ko nun. Tumalikod ako at nagsimulang maglakad.

Pinuntahan ko yung sasakyan ko at nagdecide na umuwi nalang sa apartment. Hindi ko ineexpect si Jewel na sumunod sa akin. Pero nagsalita siya.

“Kurt, Its not really what I meant. I do wanna marry you but~~”

Tumigil ako at sumabat sa sasabihin niya.

“~~but you dont really want to marry a guy like me.” Nagsimula ulit ako maglakad papunta sa kotse ko. Napakalungkot ko nun. Sumakay ako sa kotse ko pero surprised kasi si Jewel ay sumunod sa akin at sumakay din sa kotse ko dito sa gilid, sa passanger seat.

“Kurt..”

“I understand.” Kahit hindi ko naiintindihan kung bakit ayaw ni Jewel na magpakasal sa akin, I understand nalang. Ayoko naman kasi ng masyadong arguement.

“Ganyang ugali ang ayaw ko sayu Kurt. You know there’s a problem, but you dont wanna talk about it. Ayoko ng ganyan Kurt.”

Nagsimula akong magdrive pero hindi ko pa rin siya pinapansin. Ganun kasi ang ugali ko. Ayaw na ayaw kong nagsasalita lalo na pag galit ako.

“Ang pagsasalita ng galit ka ay parang pako na pinupukpok mo sa isang wood na kahit na tanggalin mo yung pako, eh magkakabutas parin siya. Katulad yan sa pagsasalita ko pag galit. Once na nakapagsalita ako ng hindi maganda at pag nawala na yung galit ko, kahit gusto ko na bawiin, hindi na pwede kasi mag iiwan at mag iiwan siya ng lamat.”

Sinasabi ko habang nagddrive kame. I cant believe that my proposal got nowhere but here. Arguing with her.

“Kurt, hindi mo ba talaga ako naiintindihan?”

Hindi ako nagrerespond sa mga sinasabi niya. Hanggang sa nagsabi siya ng, “Stop the car.”

Demmet hindi pwede kasi nasa highway kame ngayon at baka madisgrasya kame pag biglang ihihinto yung kotse.

“Kurt, what’s wrong with you, I said stop the car, merong truck na~~”

*eeengggggg*

The last time I know ay bumangga yung kotse namin sa isang truck at tumalsik kaming dalawa ni Jewel sa kotse. Basag yung windshield ng kotse. Duguan si Jewel pero ako, ok lang. Parang hindi ako nasaktan sa nangyari.

Isinakay si Jewel sa ambulansya at sumakay din ako upang samahan siya. Mabuti nalang at hindi rin siya nawalan ng malay pero umiiyak siya. Dalawa na ang tumutulo sa kanyang pisngi ngayon. Mga dugo at mga luha.

“KURT!!! KURT!! Please dont leave me. I love you.” Pilit niyang sinasabi habang umiiyak siya. Hinawakan ko yung kamay niya.

“Jewel, Im here I wont leave your side. I promise.”

Naconfine siya ng ilang araw at binantayan ko siya hanggang sa lumabas siya ng hospital. Wala na akong pakealam sa trabaho ko, sa kotse ko, sa lahat. Ang inportante ay lagi lang akong nasa tabi niya, pprotektahan siya. Un ung pangako ko sa kanya nung araw na maging kame.

Pero simula nang lumabas siya ng hospital, hindi na niya ako pinapansin. Napansin kong hindi na rin siya pumapasok sa office niya at nag oorganize ng mga dream weddings ng mga kliente niya.

Sunday ngayon at maaliwalas ang umaga.

Lumapit siya sa kung saan ako nakaupo. Nandito kame sa kusina ng condo na pinundar naming dalawa.

“Jewel? Papansinin mo na ba ako?” pero nilagpasan niya lang ako at kumuha siya ng kape sa coffee maker at umupo sa upuan katapat ng inuupuan ko.

Humigop siya ng kape at inilagay ang mga kamay niya sa kanyang mukha. Pagkatanggal niya ng kamay niya ay may nakita akong mga luha sa kanyang mga mata.

“KURRTTTT!!! I SHOULD HAVE SAY YES!! DEMMET KURT!! I SHOULD HAVE SAY YES!!!”

“Jewel andito lang ako sa harap mo,, nag aantay ako na kausapin mu ulit ako. Totoo ba yan? Gusto mo nang magpakasal sa akin?” napangiti naman ako sa sinabing iyon ni Jewel.

Pero ang nakapagtataka, baket umiiyak siya?

“Kurt you promised me hindi mo ako iiwan. Oo prinotektahan mo ako pero iniwan mo ako! Kasalanan ko ito. I am so confused that time, but I am so sorry. Hindi ko inintindi na para sa akin pala ang lahat ng mga ginagawa mo. Masaya sana tayong dalawa ngayon. Huhuhu” Humahagulgol si Jewel ng todo. Hindi ko maintindihan ang mga nangyayari.

Hinawakan ko yung kamay niya ngunit tumagos lang yung mga kamay ko sa kamay niya. Hindi ko siya mahawakan.

Anung nangyayari!!!

“Jewel whats happening! Baket ka umiiyak?! Bakit hindi mo ako pinapansin ng ilang linggo na? Baket hindi mo ako naririnig? Baket hindi kita mahawakan!!”

Hindi kaya....

*KRING!!! KRING!!*

Cellphone niya nagriring, sinilip ko at tumatawag yung mommy ko.

“Yes mom, I already prepared everything including the Mass Card for the funeral. Yes, I’ll be there in 2 hours,” ibinaba ni Jewel yung cellphone at pumasok sa banyo.

Hinanap ko yung mass card na sinabi ni Jewel na prinipare nia. Nakita ko siya sa Lamesita sa may sala namin.

To my Love, Kurt:

God took you home to Heaven.
I begged you not to leave.
He has a place set aside for you,
And I am left to grieve.
I miss your gentle smile,
Your laugh and neverending love.
Please watch over me down here
From your new home up above.
My life has changed forever.
There is a hole now in my heart.
I will wait until I am called,
Then we will never part.

Totoo palang ang pag ibig ay parang pagsakay ng taxi. Sasakay ka at sasabay sa journey niya. Pero kapag dumating na kayo sa pupuntahan mo. Bibigyan mo siya ng love at in return, susuklian din niya iyon ng pagmamahal. Pero sana hindi katulad ng ordinaryong pagsakay mo lang ng taxi ang mangyari.

Kung may lubak, kumapit. Kung smooth naman ang daan, enjoy. Wag na wag mo rin i-take for granted ang mga bagay bagay habang nasa loob ka ng taxi. Pag masyadong malamig, make it warm, pero kapag mainit, magpalamig ka ng konti.

Hindi mo alam kung hanggang saan aabutin ang metro mo pero pag oras mo nang bumaba, kailangan mong bumaba at kailangan niyang mag move on. Kasi may byahe pa siya.

Naiintindihan ko na ang lahat. Namatay pala ako sa byahe naming iyon. Pero hindi pwedeng mamatay ang pagmamahal at pangako ko para sa kanya. I will watch her everytime and when she’s already called. We will never be apart again. My life with her on earth is Almost a love story.

A/N: Hello guys! Sa sobrang depressed ko, nakagawa tuloy ako ng one shot story. Sana magustuhan niyo. Vote lang kayo ah! Salamat mga siz at Bros!

Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

James Agee, A Death in the Family

Mary McCarthy, The Group

Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?

Fae Myenne Ng, Bone

Armistead Maupin, Michael Tolliver Lives

Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice

Octavia Butler, Fledgling

Richard Powers, Generosity

Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story

It’s an old American story: re-invent yourself on the run, without time to think about the consequences or even what you’re running from and why. And yet the past keeps turning up, like your own shadow. What then? Whom do you turn to?—for you can’t get where you’re going on your own. That’s where the real story begins.

This grouping of books features heroines and heroes you won’t be able to forget, as well as a range of genres from tragedy to satire, not to mention Pynchon’s take on the detective story and Butler’s complete reimagining of vampire/fantasy/sf. Coming-of-age tales with teenagers or twenty-somethings as the protagonists, contrasted with characters reassessing their past from the vantage point of middle age. Primarily works from the 1950s and 1990-2010, but the time in which these fictions are set range from the 1930s to rather unsettling visions of the U.S. in the very near future. One novel per week.

Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt. You won’t believe this could get published, even pseudonymously, in the early 1950s.

Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Holly Golightly: Is she the most intriguing heroine in 1950s U.S. fiction? Dahling, please, you must say yes.

James Agee, A Death in the Family. “We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there [in the 1930s] so successfully disguised to myself as a child….”

Mary McCarthy, The Group. Eight strong-willed Swarthmore, I mean Vassar, women known to their classmates as “the group”; follows their lives after they graduate in 1933.

Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? Don’t be fooled by the kooky title—teenage friendship and coming of age in upstate NY, deep and sad and funny.

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Fae Myenne Ng, Bone. Amy Tan—not. Family: can’t live with them and can’t live without them. One of the best teenage heroines ever: Leila Leong. And non-tourist San Francisco for a setting.

Armistead Maupin, Michael Tolliver Lives. The latest sequel by the author of Tales of the City. Like Bone, a gritty love letter to San Francisco. Queer marriage enduring the Bush years and post-9/11, but the book is also about what makes any relationship a strong one. Told with wit and compassion.

Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. For those of you who missed your mandatory 2 seconds of Dominican history, learn to answer the question “Of what import are brief, nameless lives … to Galactus?” Pulitzer Prize 2008.

Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice. Stoner noir detective tragicomedy set in LA in 1970, and it comes with its own R&B and surfer soundtrack. Thomas Pynchon’s latest confabulation.

Octavia Butler, Fledgling. Twilight is soooo pathetic compared to Butler’s last novel, set in the near future. A smart, scary take on vampires and race featuring another great heroine. What if getting a vampire’s bite were as pleasurable as an orgasm and also gave you anti-aging antigens?

Richard Powers, Generosity. Another “what if”: what if you might have a gene for happiness and optimism and a genome scientist wants to patent it …? By a writer equally at home in the sciences and the humanities, showing why we need both.

Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story. Eunice Park and Lenny Abramov, GlobalTeen texting and Jewish comic pessimism: a super sad true love fiasco from our greatest contemporary satirist, an American Gogol for our end-of-empire iPhone era.

9) TRUE LOVE NEVER FAILS

This story is about my classmate who was the topper of the class. She used to spend time more on learning like a book worm with less concentration towards games, extra curriculars etc. She was not so beautiful. She was from a Orthodox family. Days passed by and she was still in her books studying and studying, she reached 6th Std.

And one fine day a new boy joined the same class. Soon he became her neighbour too. They just met for doubt clarifications about classes and mostly about studies. As days went, they started moving together as thick friends. Once the girl went to her native and the guy missed her so much and once she came back, he immediately proposed her.

And the girl who was waiting for these words, said OK immediately. It was 10th Std now and the parents of both of them were strict in scoring good marks. So they stopped meeting for many days. But during exams one day, both of them met and bad luck of that day that the guy’s mom saw them being close. They were seperated. The guy for his mother’s wish studied well, stpooed talking to the girl but the girl who was the topper in the class missed concentration. RESULTS ARRIVED. The girl scored less marks with an average % but the guy was under Distinction. He became the topper. Both passed school and went to college. The guy kept up his promise with his mom and cut the relationship with the girl. But the girl was mad in love with the guy, so tried getting information about the guy and the college he studied.

Months passed. One day the guy got a call in his boy’s hostel. It was 3pm. He was blank as his mom never used to call him by 3pm but she calls only by night. He said HELLO over the phone and the other side was just silence for a moment and then said HELLO in a sweet voice. The guy felt so guilty. He knew it was she who called but he dropped of the phone saying dont call me again.

Then he received calls frequently and the guilty consious felt that he has spoiled the life of a girl and started talking again as a friend with limits. But the girl was the same. She loved him a lot. Days passed and they became 30yrs but still unmarried trying to convince their parents for their marriage.

ITS ONLY BECAUSE OF THE GIRL”S TRUE LOVE AND EMOTION THAT THE GUY CHANGED AND UNDERSTOOD HER AND HER LOVE

TRUE LOVE NEVER FAILS…..

10) A real-life college love story

Sreelatha met singer Biju Narayanan during her pre-degree class at Maharaja’s College, Kochi. “We had feelings for each other in the first year itself,” says Sreelatha. “But we were too young to understand what we felt. But once we reached the degree class, things began to get serious.” At that time, her most memorable moment was on a Valentine’s Day, when Biju presented her with a card on which he had inscribed, ‘To My Wife’.

Biju impressed her on another occasion. One day, a classmate, Asha told Biju that there was a beautiful, fair, and slim girl in the science group, who was also a singer. Asha said, “This girl will be a good match for you.” But Biju replied, “I would like to get friendly only if I want to get married. I am not interested in a romance.” Says Sreelatha: “Biju’s reply made me very happy. I realised he was not the flirty type.”

In the final year, Biju proposed marriage. But they were both only twenty years old. “How would we live?” says Sreelatha. “We had no income.” So, she decided to do her law degree and secured admission in the Law College at Thiruvananthapuram.

One day, she left for the state capital, accompanied by her father, Narayanan Nair. During the journey he gave her a Malayalam magazine in which there was an article on upcoming singers. “There was a photo and an article about Biju,” she says. “Since my father knew that Biju was a classmate, he had given me the magazine. I read through it with joy but I also felt guilty because my parents did not know that I was in love with Biju.”

Following the law degree, both Biju and Sreelatha enrolled for their MA in Maharaja’s College. And it was only on January 23, 1998, a full ten years after they first met, that they got married. During those years, Biju established himself as a devotional and playback singer.

For Sreelatha, what she likes about her husband is his straight-forwardness. “He will not talk ill of anybody behind their back,” she says. “Biju is a loving and loyal person, although he does not express it. He has the same friends that he had in college.”

Since Biju is on tours often, Sreelatha has to handle the day-to-day running of the household and to look after their children, Sidharth, 13, and Suryanarayan, 8, both of whom study at Bhavan’s Kendriya Vidyalaya school in Giri Nagar. “The children and I are used to his absences,” says Sreelatha. “But they look forward to his return because he always brings them gifts.”

As a father Biju is close to his sons. “But there are times when he gets distracted and goes into a different world of his own,” says Sreelatha. “I don’t know what he is thinking.”

For Sreelatha, the one drawback of Biju is that he can lose his temper. “It can be over the most trivial of matters,” she says. “It cannot be predicted. I do get hurt at times. But I know this happens because he is a sensitive person.”

Sreelatha is also sensitive when it comes to being in the spotlight. “I am a private person,” she says. “There are people who enjoy being known. That is not the case with me. I don’t like to go for public functions. This hesitation puts Biju into a problem. Because he has to go alone, while the others are accompanied by their wives.”

On the rare occasions that she goes to witness a concert by her husband, she feels nervous. “Biju is also like that,” she says. “On the day of a performance, he is tense from the morning. He hardly eats anything, but once the show begins, after two or three songs, he begins to relax. That is the time I enjoy his singing.”

Her favourite is the first film song Biju had sung: ‘Pathu Veluppinu’ from ‘Venkalam’. “Thanks to that, his career took off,” she says. “So, naturally, I like that song the most.”

Asked about advice she would give to youngsters who are about to get married, Sreelatha says, “Marriage is all about adjustments. If both are adamant, it will not work. Earlier, people would say the wife should be accommodating. But nowadays, when husband and wife are working, there should be compromises from both sides.”

She says that there should be a sense of sharing and affection between the spouses. “We should also love our in-laws in the same way we love our own parents,” says Sreelatha. “The children are watching how you treat your elders. Then they will treat you in the same way.”

11) Military: A beautiful true love story

One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love.

But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy.

So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their daughter’s hand.

But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married.

But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision.

When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew there was something wrong.

She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her face muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds.

Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again.

For one year, the soldier wrote many letters—but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls.

But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.”

The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!”

The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation.

The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him—but she had to forget him now.

With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation.

And then she saw her name on it! Confused, she asked, “What is this?”

That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?”

The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!”

The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!”

12) Short Romantic Love Stories

A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he said "No". She had heard enough; she needed to leave.

As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don`t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."

A man bought 12 flowers. 11 real and 1 fake. He said, "I will love you until the last flower dies."

One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die."

There was a girl named Becca and a boy named Joe. Becca was in a burning house. None of the firefighters could get in the house because the fire was too big. Joe dressed in one of the fire suits and got into the house. When he got up the stairs, the steps fell off behind him. When he got into her room he sealed the door up behind him. He held her tight, kissed her, huged her, then said that he loved her. She asked what was wrong, and he said that he was going to die. Her eyes widened as she began to cry. He picked her up and jumped out of the four story house. He landed on his back with her on top of him. He died to save her life.

There was girl who loved a boy so much she said to the boy, "If I told you that I liked you, would you take it as a joke?"
The boy said, "Yes I would."
She asked, "Why?"
The boy replied, "Because I know you don't like me, I know you love me!"

A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

Girl: Can I confess something?
Guy: Sure!
Girl: You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen.
Guy: Can I confess something as well?
Girl: Yeah.
Guy: This smile only exists because Of you!

Once a guy said to a girl: "Love is like a rainbow, it's colourful and makes people smile.
Love is like an ocean, it's deep and beautiful.
Love is like the sun, it shines and it's warm.
Love is like rain, it's calm and refreshing.
Will you let me show you that love?"
The girl shook her head while smiling: "No"
The guy looked down sadly and then he heard her saying these words: "I want you to show me YOUR love..."

One day, a lover was angry with his girlfriend and tried to stab her with a knife. He accidentally cut his own finger badly with the knife, started bleeding, and knelt down in pain. His girlfriend bent down and bandaged up his finger and tended to him.

There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world. She didn't have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else. She always used to say that she'd marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes.

And that's when she finally saw her boyfriend. She was astonished to see that her boyfriend was blind. He told her, "You can see me now, can we get married?"

She replied, "And do what? We'd never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you're still blind. It won't work out, I'm sorry."

With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, "I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes."

Boy: I would like you to do something important for me.
Girl: Yes?
Boy: When you get home today, thank your mom for me.
Girl: Sure, but why?
Boy: Thank her because she gave birth to an angel who was put into my life and one day whom I hope will become my wife.

A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him. One day, she broke up with him and told him, "I don't ever want to see you again."

A few months later, the girl had a change of heart. She realized that she loved the boy, so she went back and said to him, "Give me just one more chance. I love you and I need you. I promise that I will never hurt you again."

But the boy just laughed and said to her, "Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much."

The girl felt hopeless and began to cry, but the boy put his arms around her, held her tightly and said, "...and I am one of those fools.