Actually, I'm lying. A lot
has happened since the beginning of year 2013. And by a lot, I mean not much,
but those moments are really special to me and I will never forget them. For
the past three months, I have gone from becoming a ‘date booth’ victim with him
in our school (there is even a picture for proof) to actually becoming text
mates with him one way or another. Just recently (March 21, 2013), I had my
last few moments with him in school. They were indeed special to me, because I
realize that they were to be my last
actual moments to be with him. I’m just not sure if we’ll ever have time to
do that again (but I’m hoping).
So, March 21. What exactly happened in
March 21? I wasn’t supposed to go to school since it was already our summer,
but I had piano training with him, so why the heck am I supposed to say ‘no’ to
that, right? And besides, if I’m going to be his successor, I might as well
learn from him and get tips. He let me play the piano for a while and get to
know some songs that will be played for the mass. Yes, he also gave me tips and
all that stuff. When the actual practice for their Baccalaureate mass started,
he played the piano. Boy, was I mesmerized. I wanted to just hug him and
squeeze his cheeks ugh he was so AWESOME I died. I know you know I’m kidding,
that’s only my expression.
4:30 in the afternoon; the 4th
year students exited the gym and headed home. I went out to look for him, and
when I did, I called him. I said I wanted to tell him something. I was too
hesitant at first, but I decided to just let it all out. I gave him my gift, to
say “Congratulations!” and all that. And then I went and did it.
Yes, I confessed to him. No, it didn’t
feel awkward at all. He kept smiling at me and thanking me, saying how
flattered he was and stuff. Unlike him, any other guy would’ve already rejected
me by then, but he didn’t. He stayed and listened to my nonsense crap and
bullshit-y feelings. Wait, no, they’re not bullshit. I love my feelings because
they’re for him okay
My friends have been congratulating me,
saying how brave I was for doing what I had done. I, however, have been
thanking the Lord, saying how happy I am and that I am just so grateful I
finally confessed what I felt about him. I’ve never actually thought in my
teenage life that I would be able to do such a thing like that. But you know
what? Ever since I met him and fell in love with him, I have done so many
things I never thought I would be able to do my whole life. I’ve gained more
confidence, unlike before when I was a total clam, being shy and closed and
all. I bet my parents-especially mom-have noticed that, too. It’s probably why
she’s so positive when we talk about him at times. My friends have also told me
I’ve changed for the better, and that I wasn’t the same shy girl they met 2
years ago. Now, I was different. A better different, of course.
I used to be so afraid of falling in
love. Now that I have, and with the most awesome, most sweet, most perfect guy
I’ve met that is exactly like my father (attitude-based and body built-based), I can confidently say that I am in love… and
I am not afraid anymore.