The one that got away.
Highschool. 2nd year.
I met a really nice guy. I knew him during my first year in highschool but it was only a year after when we were put in the same class.
He fell in love with my friend and he asked for my help. That's how we became best of friends. My friend cheated on him and he was broken hearted. I stood by him during his moments of grief and recovery. It took time.
Then I realized, maybe I'm falling for him. I see him differently. My friends noticed it too. I care more than I used to. He was always there for me. I never even have to ask, he was always ready to lend me a hand.
We used to talk for hours on the phone. Sometimes even after midnight. Then we'll hang out and talk even more in school.
We separated ways when we're in 3rd year. I finally decided to take the offer to move in to the top section but it didn't hinder our communication.
Prom came and he willingly offered to be my dance partner. Of course, I said yes. It was such a memorable night. I'm happy he had the courage to ask me.
We part ways after the senior year. We took different courses in different colleges.
As we grow older, we met different people in college and even in the office but we always keep in touch. We always update each other about the significant events of our lives. Every once in a while, we still see each other. Usually, he visits me home. Mom loves it when he does that, yes, he's close to my family.
Before I left the Philippines to try my luck in another country, he told me he has found "the one". It took me time to realize that he was serious about it. Then I fell into pieces.
Reality hit me harder when he told me the girl is pregnant and they'll be starting a life together. Ouch. He's really gone for real. He officially got away.
I can no longer have the man who I thought was perfect for me. I can no longer be with the man my parents wanted for me. It was hard. It took me time to finally accept the truth.
He wants me to be his child's god mother. I couldn't say "No". Even though it still hurts, I know I have to move on.
We're not meant to be. We never were.
Pain - 1; Love - 0
