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Sometimes when I’m alone, I think of the good times.

It’s not all bad with Jonathan. I mean, I know it’s just puppy love but bottom line is it’s still love. And for one period of time, he was my only reason to smile, my greatest motivation to get out of bed every morning, my first and last thought everyday we were together. He was my good vibes. Everything then was bliss. Every hard task seemed not that hard and I seemed to enjoy everything I did. I enjoyed school at that time. I loved the dawn because it was the only time we got to talk long hours over the phone. Yeah, I have to admit I was happy. It never worked but it wasn’t all that bad.

I miss jacklyn and Czarina. We could’ve made it. It could’ve been BEA forever. We were like the inseparables before. We laughed our lungs out at almost everything. We went to each others’ houses and visited each other often. We went boating and played the dance revolution game in the playstation. We had this addiction of collecting this brand of t-shirt and we had this unintentional fortune of getting linked with guys born in the 13th of April. I can’t forget the time when we stayed late in school. We just stayed there, enjoying each others’ unique company. Yeah, unique. I can never replace the times we spent together. I can never replace you both.

I think the first nicest thing I’ve heard is when this girl, Cristine Joy, from gradeschool, introduced me to her parents as her bestfriend. I’ve never had a bestfriend at that time. That was the first. It felt overwhelming. I felt really special. I never forgot that day. I can still remember the whole thing, the exact words that were uttered, the exact place, everything. Sometimes, I just wish we didn’t have to graduate in grade school. Then maybe, joy and I couldn’t have been this indifferent with each other.

When I graduated in pre-school, my siblings sort of gave me this gift. They were plastic flowers, the ones that never withered. In the box, it said, we’re proud of you ate. Just the thought of that gift makes my heart melt. Yeah, those flowers were synthetic, but they were real enough for me…and they never withered. I have them all in my heart.


Romeo. He was literally my romeo. Romeo Velasco Jr. was the first guy to ever give me chocolates and court me at home and literally announce his plan of courtship to everybody I knew. He was Romeo for 3 years. And I was his little hard-to-get-but-obviously-likes-me girl. He gave me this bracelet which had the words I love you written on it. He treated me to a play in their school and proudly introduced me to his friends, with the that’s-my-girl-isn’t-she-pretty look on his face. He had their fridge alphabet magnet arranged so it spelled my name. He said sweet things whenever he talked to me and he did crazy stuffs for me (besides tag along for 3 years with my brat attitude). He literally had to pretend and lie to his cousin that he was helping him to court me (coz back then his cousin was the one who’s courting me) so he can talk to me over the phone. I couldn’t imagine how he managed to change his voice like his cousin’s so he can tell me that he (romeo) likes me. He couldn’t tell it himself, even if it was on the phone. I thought it was cute. Our relationship was cute. And I can never really forget that guy and of course, the things he did just to have me as his girlfriend. I don’t think I told him I liked him too. Thanks JR for making me feel that I was the prettiest girl.