It's A Love Story.

Summer. I met him at school in one of our classes. He was all right. Many of my classmates fell for him right at day one, I didn’t seem to get what they saw with that guy, “He resembled the face of this really cute movie actor!” says one of my classmates. I didn't saw the resemblance but anyway, it’s their idea, not mine. ;)   The semester ended and our class decided to organize an outing. Many plans have made and have been decided to take place on a resort somewhere in Cavite. Majority of the class joined. Including me.

I didn’t know he was there. My classmates/friends were talking about him joining and that it was their time to finally get to know that guy. The day of the trip all went well. We enjoyed the food, the spot and the shenanigans and troubles we have gotten into. :) the day ended, we finally got home then suddenly my friend texted me If C (yes, we can call him C from now on. :D) can get my number. I said yes why not. Then came along a lot of messages and calls, you can include online chats also. We saw each other when we had free time, which happened most of the time.  And there, He got me. I started feeling something in the pit of my stomach, fluttering. Butterflies? I pushed the thought at the back of my head at once but no, it is true. I was in love. Again. After many years I have never  felt this kind of feeling. Maybe I had that same year but the feeling was never reciprocated. But this time it was, with him. But I never admitted to him what I was feeling about him. Ever.   We made it official, we started dating. We had many obstacles along the way. Facing them were not easy. Most made me gave up at first but we tried to resolve them, “What’s important is that we love each other” He says.

And indeed WE LOVED each other, or that’s what I have believed. After a month things were not as smooth sailing as it was. We  fought over petty things, having us realized that maybe we were coupled  to soon. That we haven’t seen yet the flaws of each other before we've been committed to our relationship. True. I was not mature, nor was he. The canoe did not sail along with the water current anymore. We ended things. Ours just lasted over a month. Just one month! I know, right? Don’t laugh, I did too.  I told myself it was too short to be caught upon and be incapacitated, right?

 I was wrong.