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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Project Popular Episode 2: You can't GAY Sia


Project Popular
Episode 2: “You can't GAY Sia”
Written by Rogue Mercado





Author's Note: Pauna ko na lamang ho na baka marami akong mabali na mga batas ng pagsusulat sa akda kong ito kaya huwag na po kayong magtaka kung may kakaiba sa kwento na ito pagdating sa pagkakasulat. Kung mapapansin niyo po eh gumamit ako ng “flashforward” sa huli dahil essential po ito sa takbo ng kwento. Ipagpapaumanhin ko na rin ho ang mga aspetong teknikal tulad ng balarilang Ingles (o Filipino) at ang mga typo dahil hindi naman sa nagmamadali ho eh masyado lang po ako nagagalak na makatapos ng isang kabanata at nais ko na itong ibahagi agad-agad kaya hindi ko na ito nalalaanan ng angkop na pagsusuri. Maraming salamat hong muli sa pagbibigay ng tsansa na basahin ang unang kabanata ng akda kong ito, hindi ko ho maipapangako ang araw araw na update ngunit maasahan niyong tatapusin ko ang aking sinimulan sa kwentong ito.

Maari niyo ho uli akong bisitahin sa aking Facebook at personal blog sa inyong mga komento o kritisismo:


Salamat ho!





Read your favorite Episodes here:




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June 2015
2 weeks
After the School Opening

“Oh? Somebody’s in the mood to go to school today.” paunang bati na narinig niya sa kanyang Uncle Sam habang naghahanda si Lenard Bismonte ng kanyang gamit papunta sa St. Lawrence Academy.

“Hindi naman talaga ako as in, kering keri na excited Tito eh. Kailangan ko lang patunayan sa mga Homo....ahm.. Homo, basta HOMOPHONES!!!! Kailangan kong patunayan na hindi ako basta-basta.” padabog na sagot ni Lenard sa kanying tiyuhin na kasalukuyang ini-enjoy ang kape nito sa umaga.

“Whoah! You’re really in the mood sweetie. And by the way it’s HOMOPHOBES not homophones.” nakangiti namang sagot ni Sam sa pamangkin.

“Basta yun na yun Tito. Imagine? First day pa lang ah Tito... First D-A-Y. Nakatikim na agad ako ng pangaasar at insulto sa mga taong yun. Ugh. Alam ko namang mangyayari to pero iba lang din talaga kapag mapapahiya ka sa 1st day of school mo eh. At dahil saan? Dahil mas maganda ako sa kanila? O dahil mas mayaman ako sa kanila? Haist! Ang hirap maging Diyosa, Tito.”

His Uncle Sam let out a chuckle.  Pagkatapos ay tinanong siya nito.

“Let me guess? St. Lawrence Academy and it’s transphobic admin and students, yeah?”

Tumango si Lenard at nagpakawala ng mahabang buntong hininga. Nakita naman niya ang kanyang tiyuhin na sumenyas na tumabi siya rito sa mahabang sofa na nasa living room.

Agad naman siyang pumunta sa kinauupuan ng tiyuhin at hinayaan ito na yakapin siya ng buong pagmamahal gaya ng isang magulang na pinapatahan ang nagwawalang bata.

“I already told you sweetie. St. Lawrence Academy is my alma mater. You’re not only against those good for nothing students but you are wanting to shake their tradition of fundamental beliefs... It’s a Catholic school, what would you expect?”

Lumingon naman si Lenard sa tiyuhin na balot ng matinding pagkatalo ang mukha.

“Tito, alam ko naman yung gusto mong mangyari. You want to step me with reality eh. Pero.... ”

“It’s slap, sweetie. SLAP. Not Step. Slap with reality.”

“Oh yun nga Tito. Ang akin lang naman. Hindi na ba pwedeng mabago? Hindi ba pwedeng ipaintindi sa mga ‘to na ayokong magpagupit ng semi kalbo at ayaw kong suotin ang baduy nilang uniform at yung panlalaki pa talaga.”

“Sweetie.. St. Lawrence has been here for like, 60 years. Institution na ito. It would take a great deal of force para baguhin ang nakasanayan. I told you about a classmate of mine who’s like you and God, terrible things happened to her at school. It’s not yet too late to transfer sweetie. Marami pa namang magagandang schools eh. I’m just worried about your safety. “

“Tito, naalala mo pa ba. Nung elementary pa ko? Ikaw nga nagsasabi sakin, huwag kong isusuko tong gandang to. Oh..oh.. Saka Tito, nasa G ka naman ng LGBT ah? Bakit hindi mo ko maintindihan?” tuloy tuloy na pakikipagtalo ni Lenard sa tiyuhin habang iminumwestra ang mukha.          

“Yup. That was when you’re elementary. I want you to do what you want because no matter how gay or girly it is, people would find it cute. It’s different now. It’s highschool. You have raging hormones. You guys are aggressive. People will misinterpret your actions even if you have good motives.”

“Ah basta Tito. NO. Hindi ako susuko. Gagawin ko ang lahat para maging reyna ng St. Lawrence Academy. Ako pa. Ako yata si Len Bismonte!” matatag na saad ni Lenard sa kanyang tiyuhin habang tumayo siya sa kinauupuan at nag-pose na parang modelo ng Victoria’s Secret.

“Are you really serious about this GOAL that you want to achieve in St. Lawrence Academy?” tanong ng tiyuhin niya sa kanya.

“Oo naman Tito. Hindi ba obvious? Hindi naman ako magwawala ng ganito kaOA kung alam kong nalo-loss ako sa mga taong ito.”

Ang kanyang Tito naman ang bumuntong hininga bago nagsalita.

“I knew you very much sweetie. I know you’re persistent. You wont stop at nothing hanggat hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. A typical Bismonte trait. That’s why our family members are successful businessmen. They don’t take shits. They shit and let people crave for it.”

“Tito, wala nga sila Mommy at Daddy dito diba? Nasa bakasyon. Saka bakit ini-extra mo ang pamilya pa nating iba? Tayo nga naguusap Tito eh, nakaka-aning ka ah.”

“Sweetie, what I’m trying to say is... Kung gusto mong makuha ang gusto mo sa St. Lawrence Academy. Magdamit ng girl’s uniform. Wag magpagupit ng buhok. You need to be a Bismonte for that. Don’t stop until you got it.”

Napaisip naman si Lenard sa makahulugang pahayag ng kanyang pinakamamahal na tiyuhin.

“Paano nga ba maging Bismonte?” tanong niya sa sarili.

“Maybe now, you realize what I’m trying to say huh?” nagaabang na tanong ni Sam sa pamangkin habang nakikita itong natutulala.

“Hindi ko pa rin alam teh.” bulalas naman ni Lenard sa tiyuhin.

“Oh God. Okay..okay. What does our family have in this place huh?”

“Ah.... pera?” sagot ni Lenard sa tiyuhin.

“Close. But no. Yun ang gusto nating makuha sa mga negosyo natin sweetie. Pero bakit ba tayo ginagalang ng tao? Bakit ba tayo ang nilalapitan sa mga donations? Charity events? Funeral support? Kung may iba pa namang mayayaman. Bakit tayo pamangkin?”

“Da...dahil... Sikat tayo?”

“Perfect!!! I just have to give you more clues for you to get it. We’re famous sweetie. We’re known to our ka-barangays, in this city. And once you’re famous. You have influence on people. Kaya mo silang impluwensiyahan kung ano sa tingin mo ang dapat mangyari.”

Parang sinabugan ng isang timbang biyaya si Lenard habang nakikinig sa litanya ng kanyang Tito. Unti-unting kuma-klaro ang lahat sa kanyang isip. Kung kaya lang sanang masilip ng tiyuhin niya ang kanyang imahinasyon na naglalakad siya sa isang red carpet habang nagpapa-autograph ang mga estudyante kabilang ang mga nanlait sa kanya.

“Sweetie....” mahinag tawag ng Uncle Sam niya habang inalog siya ng bahagya.

“Huhhh?” gulat na sagot ni Lenard.

Hindi niya namalayang nadala na siya ng mga ini-imagine niyang mga pangyayari sa kanyang utak.

“Pero hindi lang to panaginip Lenard.. ay.. Len pala. Dahil alam ko na ang sagot.”  natutuwa niyang pakikipagusap sa sarili.

“Sweetie, enough of day dreaming and get out of here. It’s almost 8.”

Nilingon naman ni Lenard Bismonte ang kanyang Tito Sam at agad naman niya itong nginitian ng pagkatamis-tamis bilang pasasalamat sa gintong aral nito bago siya pumasok.

“What’s with the smile? You need to go now or else you’ll be late sweetie.”

Mas lalo pang kinintaban ni Lenard ang pagkakangiti gaya ng mga Ms. Universe candidates pagkatapos ay sinagot nito ang tanong ng kanyang Uncle Sam:

“Tito... Walang reyna na nauuna pa sa mga kawal.”

Lenard’s Uncle smiled like a proud father.

Project Popular Episode 1: "We're Different"



Project Popular
Episode 1: “We’re different”
Written by Rogue Mercado



Author's Note: Hello ho! Rogue Mercado po uli ito. Malamang sa mga nakakakilala sakin at mga nakakabasa ng aking mga munting akda ilang taon na ang nakakaraan eh inis na kayo sa akin. Sa mga patuloy po na nagtatanong kung bakit wala pang karugtong ang The Accidental Crossdresser and Way Back Into Love Book 2 marapat lamang po na bisitahin ang link na ito: http://roguemercado.blogspot.com/2015/11/why-stories-accidental-crossdresser-way.html 
para sa aking pagpapaliwanag. Kasabay rin ng paliwanag na iyan ang dahilan kung bakit magsisimula akong muli sa panibagong kwento na ito

Sa mga hindi naman nakakakilala, yes!!! Kidding. Ako po ay isang baguhang manunulat lamang at ito po ay isang akdang nais kong tapusin gaya ng Way Back Into Love. Kung kayo po ay may libreng oras ay maari niyo pong basahin ang kwento kong ito. 


Salamat ho!






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June 2015

“As the usual part of the first day in school, I would like to officially welcome you all to St. Lawrence Academy. The one and only high caliber secondary school here in Bicol. I’m Mrs. Teresa Antonio and I will be your class adviser for 1-Rizal. And yes we’re called section one because you people are the brightest and richest? I’m kidding. Haha. You’re the cream of the crop so welcome.”

Lenard Bismonte was at the middle part of the classroom. Hinayaan niyang magbunganga ang nagpapakilalang adviser nila bilang freshmen ng St. Lawrence Academy. Mahirap para sa kanya ang makibagay o makihalo sa lahat ng mga kaklase niya dahil hindi siya nakauniporme tulad ng karamihan.

Pinili niyang magsuot ng ladies skinny jeans at disenteng pantaas na walang bahid ng pagiging brusko. When he stared his reflection ay para siyang napalundag sa tuwa ng makita niyang mukha siyang mayora ng kanilang siyudad. Kaya ngayin hindi niya maiwasan na mapatingin ng diretso o ibaba habang nakikita niya ang mga mata ng kanyang mga kaklase at ang mga bulungan ng mga ito.

“Tol, tingnan mo o may chic sa harapan”


“Ulol, ano ang chic diyan. Eh yung dyoga niyan baka yung nabibiling siopao sa canteen.”

“Who’s that? I mean, are we even allowed to crossdress here? I thought St. Lawrence is a Catholic school.”


“Oo nga no? How come they allowed such student to be enrolled here. Diba dapat kinikick out yang ganyan?”

“Alam mo okay lang naman sana magdamit pambabae basta yung… alam mo yun. Yung bagay mo. Kasi this is just soooooo trying hard.”

Sa sobrang ritmo ng mga naririnig niyang halakhakan at side comments patungkol sa kanya. Hindi na mawari pa ni Lenard kung ang intension ay kutyain siya o gawin siyang mas mababa sa tao.

Napangiti na lamang siya. His so-called classmate don’t know what he’s about to say.

“So, people. I already introduced myself. I would like to know everyone. I can’t promise to memorize everyone’s name but I’ll try my best as your class adviser.  So, people… volunteer? Anyone from the class?”

Agad na itinaas ni Lenard ang kanyang kamay at iwinagayway ang kuko na may violet nail polish.

“Yes, Mr.?” tanong ni Mrs. Antonio sa kanya.

“Bismonte.” Maikli niyang sagot.

“Okay, Mr. Bismonte. You may proceed in front and tell us something about yourself.”

Tumayo siya mula sa kinauupuan at agad na narinig niya ang mas pinalakas pang bulungan at pasimple hagikhikan ng buong klase. May nagtangka pa ngang sumipol at sinundan ito ng kantiyawan ng mga lalaki na nasa likod.

Hinarap ni Lenard ang buong klase. Bumuntong hininga siya at saka nagsalita.

“Hello everyone. My name is Lenard. Lenard Bismonte. Maybe…uhm. Maybe I doesn’t have to tell you what about me. Right? Cause Im thinking you judged me already na eh. Because of what I wears today? Right? I can sure you that I’m different from those people in the Parlor. Right? Cause I have a lot of money. My parents. And I decides to stand my outfit. That’s all, thank you.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA”

Pulos tawanan at hagikhikan lang yata ang naririnig niya matapos ang kanyang sagot na pinagiisipan pa niya pang mabuti kanina. Matapos ang halakhakan ay narinig niya ang mga ito na may iba iba ng pasaring ngayon.

“Girl, ano ba. Ayusin mo muna grammar mo bago mo baguhin ang dresscode ng school.”

“He said he’s a Bismonte right? Akala ko ba matatalino ang mga Bismonte? Haha”

“He literally talks like that person from a parlor which my mom is a patron.”

Subalit hindi natinag si Lenard sa mga sinabi ng kanyang mga kaklase. Taas noo pa rin siyang bumalik sa kanyang upuan at plinaster sa mukha niya ang 24-teeth smile na ilang beses niyang pinagaralan sa mga beauty pageant.

“Makikita niyo, babaguhin ko ang mga opinion niyo sa akin.” pangako niya sa sarili habang unti-unti na niyang pinaplano ang mga susunod na gagawin sa prestihiyosong paaralan ng St. Lawrence.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Anino Ng Kahapon 22


Photo by: Mimi Rage


Alam kong sobrang tagal na nung huli kong naipost ang sinundang chapter ng Anino Ng Kahapon. Humihingi po ako ng paumanhin at pang-unawa. Masyado po akong naging busy sa work. Nayon lang ulit ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataong makapagsulat. Gayunpaman, gusto ko  pong kamustahin ang lahat ng sumusubaybay.  Maraming salamat po sa patuloy na pagtangkilik sa mga kwentong aking isinulat, nawa po ay nagustuhan ninyo. 


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Monday, February 2, 2015

LOVE AGAIN: Chapter 12

Author's Note:

I accidentally deleted chapter 12. Hay. Nag-iinarte kasi ang mouse ng computer ko. Anyway. Here is Chapter 12. Again.




CHAPTER 12

RINDEL'S POV


We just lied in his bed. We were quiet for a few minutes after the heated scene that just happened.


“So.”, simula nito. “Does this mean that our deal is off?”, tanong nito.


I turned to look at him.


“Really?”, I asked him. How could he not get that I really like him?


“What? Di ba ganun naman ang usual na nangyayari?  You meet someone, you fuck him once and then leave him.”


“Jared, I like you. Uulitin ko na naman ba? I won’t leave you, alright?”


He was quiet. He then moved his head to nod.


“But we don’t have any label.”, he said.


“Do you want us to have a label?”


“Yes?”


I chuckled. “Tanong ba yun?”


He also chuckled. “Yes.”


“Yes, tanong yun or yes you want us to have  a label?”


“Yes about the label.”


I kept quiet, thinking if it’s a good idea to be in a relationship with Jared. I mean, yeah I like him but I don’t know if I like him enough to be in a relationship with him.


“I - It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’m just throwing the option out there just in case.”,  he added quickly after I didn’t speak for a few seconds.


“No, I actually want us to be in a relationship but I have to warn you, I’m high maintenance.”


He sat up. A grin plastered on his face.


“Really?”, he asked excitedly.


I chuckled at his childish reaction.


“Yes, really. Now lay back down boyfriend. My arms miss you.”


He happily obliged.


“You know, mag-boyfriend na tayo but I realize we don’t even know each other well.”


“Oo nga ano? Let’s play 20 questions.”, he suggested.


“Sure. Hindi ko nga lang ma-gets kung bakit 20 questions ang tawag sa larong yan eh lagi naming sumusobra ang mga tinatanong.”


He laughed. “Yeah, ako nga rin eh. You start.”


“Uhm, favorite food.”


“Anything pasta but more on lasagna and cheesy stuff. Most embarrassing moment?”


“That’s unfair.”


“Why? It’s a fair question.”, he said, chuckling slightly.


“I’m starting to hate this game.”


He rolled his eyes.


“Just answer the question. Come on.”


“Uhm, cumming within two minutes of foreplay.”


“Really?!”


“Don’t rub it in!”


“But how? We lasted a lot longer than that earlier.”


“I was a virgin back then. I didn’t know anything about control and I just got too excited that I came bago pa man matanggal ang pantalon ko.”


This time he laughed really hard.


“Stop laughing! It’s not funny.”


“Yes it is.”, sabi nitong patuloy pa rin sa pagtawa which made me pout.


“Awww. Come here.”, sabi nito saka ako hinalikan sa labi. “It’s okay. It’s embarrassing and funny but first times are like that. I’m sure hindi lang ikaw ang nag-iisang nagpalabas ng maaga sa inaasahan. The good thing about it is that, we learn from those experiences and we can laugh at ourselves.”


I looked into his eyes and smiled.


“Yeah. It really is funny.”, I said and he laughed. I found myself laughing with him after a while.


“How about you? Your most embarrassing moment?”, I asked.


“Hmmm. Probably fifth grade.”, he said.


“Bakit?”


“Every December kasi ay may variety show ang school namin. Since provate school, we use the variety show as a fund raiser for school improvements. So for this variety show, selected kids get to perform. They either dance or sing or do an act and I was always chosen to sing. Kaya lang that year, I was already early in puberty. Kaya naturally, hindi stable ang boses ko and the piece I chose is Forever’s Not Enough by Sarah Geronimo and To Love You More by Celine Dion dahil yun ang sikat that time. I thought I had it at hindi ako papalpak but when the high note came for Forever’s Not Enough, pumiyok ako. It was embarrassing kasi yung family ko na naghihiyawan sa gilid, biglang tumahimik at naupo. I still continued to sing though.”, he explained laughing every now and then. I chuckled at his story and imagined what he looked like younger and how he must have sounded back then.


He’s just so animated when he tells stories and he always finds the silver lining when things get tough. That’s one of the qualities I admired about him.


“Now that you mention it, hindi pa kita naririnig kumanta.”, I egged him.


“Oh no. No, I’m a better actor than a singer though.”, he said trying to get out of the situation.


“Just a few lines. Please?”, I persuaded.


“But…”


“For me?”


“Ugh! Don’t get used to using that line against me.”, he said.


It took him a few moments before he actually sang.


“Come on. Naghihintay ako. Lulumutin na ako di ka pa kumakanta”


Muli itong naupo at sumandal sa headboard ng kama. I did the same.


He just rolled his eyes and starting singing.


I never meant to be the one to let you down
If anything I thought I saw myself going first
Didn’t know how to stick around
How to see anybody but me be getting hurt
I keep remembering the summer night
And the conversation breaking up the mood
I didn’t wanna tell you were right
Like the season changing, oh, I felt it too

Does anybody know how to hold my heart?
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go too soon
I wanna tell you so before the sun goes dark
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go of you


“Can you finish the song?”, I asked him. I loved this song by Sara Bareilles and his voice just made the song more emotional and he really is a great singer.


I’m not the kind to try to tell you lies
But the truth is you’ve been hiding from it too
I see the end sneaking in behind your eyes
Saying things no words could ever do

Does anybody know how to hold my heart?
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go too soon
I wanna tell you so before the sun goes dark
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go of you

Is anybody listening?
‘Cause I’m crying
Is anybody listening?

Does anybody know how to hold my heart?
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go too soon
I wanna tell you so before the sun goes dark
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go of you

Does anybody know how to hold my heart?
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go too soon
I wanna tell you so before the sun goes dark
How to hold my heart
‘Cause I don’t wanna let go, let go, let go of you


I kissed him when he finished the song.


“That was beautiful Jared. I never knew you had a great voice.”, sabi ko rito.


He smiled and I saw a blush on his cheeks.


“Thanks.”


“Can I ask you something?”


“That’s already a question.”, he stated and I rolled my eyes.


Tumawa naman ito. “Sure.”


“Bakit ka humito sa pag-aartista?”


“I was afraid you’d ask that.”


“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer, I just wanted to know.”


“Di, okay lang.”, he said and smiled. “I was actually only doing acting because I needed the money. Not for me. Kasi may kaya naman ang pamilya namin. It was for my ex.”


“Nick?”, tanong ko.


“Yeah. He was studying to become a doctor and it’s expensive so I promised to pay for his schooling. We had so many plans. I thought hindi na kami maghihiwalay. I was happy with him. He was sweet, caring, responsible, smart too and not bad for the eyes either. Pero nagkaroon ng scholarship for aspiring doctors. Nung sinabi niya sa akin syempre masaya ako para sa kanya dahil isa siya sa limang tao na nabiyayaan nun however, nung nalaman kong sa ibang bansa pala ang scholarship, I told him what I thought and said that I’d continue paying for his school wag lang kami maghiwalay dahil hindi ko alam kung kakayanin ko ang long distance relationship. Eventually he chose the scholarship over me saying he had to do it for our future.”


I nodded. “So naghiwalay kayo not because of anyone’s involvement? Like third party or something?”


“No, he was loyal and we were in the relationship one hundred percent. Pero masakit pa rin sa akin yung iniwan niya ako because of his ambition. You must think na ang selfish ko kasi hindi ko man lang inintindi ang sitwasyon niya at hindi ko sinuportahan ang pangarap niya.”


“I’m sure you had your reasons.”, sabi ko rito.


“Yeah, I do. I was also given a choice before kami nag live-in. It was either I break up with him or lose my family. I chose him over my family Mark. I gave up seeing my family, my nephews and nieces just to be with him. Pero siya hindi niya man lang magawang mag-stay ditto para sa’kin. It’s not like hindi siya magiging doctor kung ditto siya mag-aaral sa Pilipinas.”


This time he was already shedding tears. Pinunasan ko ang mga luhan nito gamit ang mga hinlalaki ko. I then kissed him.


“Shh, tahan na. He’s not worth it. I’m here now and will do everything in my power to keep you. Okay?”, I said.


He nodded and smiled.


“Iniisip mo siguro na may feelings pa ako sa kanya kasi iniiyakan ko pa rin siya.”


“No. I don’t think that. I know that feelings never really just disappear, they just grow smaller by time.”, sabi ko rito.


He smiled. “Thank you.”, he said.


“For what?”, tanong ko rito.


“For listening. For not judging me. For being here with me right now.”


This time ako naman ang ngumiti.


“There’s no way I’d rather be.”, I replied.


At that moment, nangako ako sa sarili kong hindi ko papakawalan ang taong ito. I feel really protective of Jared. I swear that I would never let him hurt like that again.



TO BE CONTINUED...