When they don’t trust you the way you thought they’d do.
You never gave up on me.
When I think of myself, I can’t see anything positive. I’m not some evil girl dressed up innocently, preparing to stab you but I know that I am no good. It’s not like I’m being humble, I’m just telling the awful truth which I gladly accept. Besides all, you never gave up.
When you go over and talk to me to fix what we need to fix, the feeling of being isolated left me in a whip. The voice you have focused in my ears softly while your words fill my heart. The way you comfort me is soothing. Enchanting.
When everyone turned their backs and walked out, you walked in. You never gave up on me. I think of myself as a worthless person; not worthy to have you. But you were there. But you were always there. You are there. You are always there. Always.
Two years weren’t long enough for me to not recognize a friend.
I arrived late at the mall and explored Mr. Rick Riordan’s books (near the glass pane) as I waited for my friends. When the wait was over, laughs and jokes cracked up the mood. I didn’t even feel that we’ve been away for almost four years. It’s like nothing had changed. We were who we used to be.
Almost two hours with my elementary friends felt like one momentous scene. If you think that you can’t bring back time, you are absolutely wrong. It’s not only the familiarity between us but those memories we still had inside our hearts that pulled out those nostalgic feelings of what we had before.
I’m writing something (other than this post) right now. It’s a story. And I don’t care if it sucks. I’ll share it (maybe) here or somewhere else. I don’t know. But not in wattpad.
People take advantage of those they call ‘friends.’ They think that friends can do anything for them. Think they own them; not as true friends but as ‘things’ which they think they possess. They think friends aren’t really humans but toys. They play games at them; throw them when they feel like it, get them dirty, forget them, toss them around like crap.
The best thing about their games is that they really like it. They like seeing their ‘friends’ get fooled behind. They like them look disgusting.
People take advantage of others. And I know they’ll never know the feeling of having a true friend.
After two years magkikita kami ulit mamaya sa SM. Kaklase ko siya since Grade 4 at isa sa mga bestfriends ko. Lagi siya ang problema ng grupo namin noong elementary kasi super sensitive niya. Naaalala ko pa nga na inaayos ko ang mga salitang binibitawan ko sa kanya kapag sinasabihan ko siya tungkol sa ugali niya dahil magkakagulo nanaman. Dati, super nagalit ako sa kanya pero hindi ko na maalala kung bakit. Buong misa, hindi ko siya pinansin habang sorry siya nang sorry sa akin. Ewan, grabe rin talaga akong topakin. Ta’s naging okay lang kami nang kausapin ko sya noong recess. Nagulat pa nga siya kasi akala niya namali lang ako ng kinausap.
Nagpagawa siya ng bagong salamin at ngayon niya kukunin kay Mr. Doctor Unnamed 001. Mag e-SM kami at baka mapakilala ko pa siya sa mga bago kong discover na tropa. Noong elem, 7 kami sa grupo. Backstabber ung isa, lumipat ng ibang school ung dalawa, nasa kabilang section ung isa, at sinaktan ako nung isa. Bale, dalawa lang kami ng bestfriend ko na nakasurvive. Ngayong High School, 15 na kami sa grupo, kasama na doon ang imaginary friend namin :)
Everything in my mind is in future tense. I’m not really looking forward on these things. I’m just thinking that, maybe… it’ll happen. Another future tense.
On the next days, on the days left in my summer vacation, I am thinking of extraordinary or out-of-the-box scenes. I picture everyone I really wanted to be with; my family, my fourteen best friends, and my elementary friends. I think I don’t need some extravagant reason for them to spend some time with me. A day would be fine. Just a day with them will be a moment of a lifetime.
I love you.
This is an overused sentence. People may be out of words to say and they don’t want into an awkward silence. People may be thinking that if this sentence would ever do any difference. And yes, it is; to those who takes it seriously, to those who takes this as a fact. You can’t blame those who chose to believe. Ask those people who said it and didn’t even mean it.
Mom said she’ll give me a drawing tablet on my birthday. I still can’t process it in my head. I need air.
The one that makes my heart thump like crazy is living in the same city as I am in. He studies in my school. He is one of my classmates. He is my frequent group mate during random groupings. He sometimes sits beside me when he felt like it. He seemed so close yet I can’t reach him. That is the only thing I have been thinking about all day. How come that I can’t reach him?
