What’s with 13?
Others would say, it’s another ordinary number, some people
might say this is a bad number, maybe because they somehow, relate it to Friday
the Thirteenth. I remember my mom always remind me to stay at home every time
the date, 13, falls on Friday, she said, worse things happen on Friday the
Thirteenth. In my case, however, this number represents the date where my life had
faced a new chapter. A day which flipped my entire 18th life into
waking up and knowing that someone is waiting for me, wishes for my existence
and longs for my presence. But on the contrary, this date also signifies the
broken bond that I had with someone.
Eleven months, 352 days, 8447.92 hours, and 506,875 min ago,
at the same room and in the same bed where I have been sleeping, with my lights
off , in the middle of the night, while everyone are sleeping and using the
same phone that is now in my mom’s possession, was when I chose to accept this
man as my other half, to face every succeeding days with him at my side, to
accept every single harsh words my parents could say, the very day when I had
to say “I’m taken”
The first day, yeah sure, I’d have to admit, everything
seemed to be perfect knowing that I wasn’t alone. On the next days and months,
there were lots of “firsts”, first kiss, first hug, first date, first “HHWW”
with someone. There were also cute moments that until now, haunts me in depths
of my mind. Yeah, as there is never a “Perfect” relationship, we had also faced
a lot of misunderstandings and hardships that really cost that droplet of water
to run from our cheeks and fall down on our hands. As we were both new to these “relationship”
thingy, we were still trying to adjust.
What’s difficult about getting into a relationship is that
the feelings that you had with someone is affected by the fact that you both
have to commit. Indeed, commitment complicates everything. Yes, it was fun but
at the same time, it was hard. I was pressured. I tried my best not to act so
childish; to love myself more so wouldn’t feel the insecurities. In the end
though, this was one of the reasons which pushed him to fall out…
At first, I thought, it’s nothing, that it’s normal, that
everything’s fine and that nothing is wrong. I completely shut the idea of him
falling out. But no matter how I try to close my eyes… I couldn’t get myself
believe that the reason why I’m there, still exists. Right after he left for
vacation, he slowly forgotten the fact that I was still there... It was hard
and painful, God knows how many nights I’ve cried for the same reason… I
wouldn’t want to believe it but reality had slapped it right in my face after
seeing “that” I cried and cried, I wouldn’t want to believe that he has chosen
his best friend over me, his girlfriend. I was angry with that girl, I admit.
How could she act like that when I know for sure that she knew I exist? How
could she? I understand that they’re close but should it really get to that
point? It was painful to realize that he’s far more interested to talk and
spend his time on that girl… He told me the reason though… he said his best
friend has been suffering from a disease, and I don’t know If I’d believe that…
I had cried a countless times, and he didn’t knew any of it, neither is that
woman who acts as if this man is his “boyfriend”. But guess what? “I had to
spend my time with her, coz she’s sick and you’re not” was the very line he
threw right when he got back… I was preparing myself for a break-up but I was
left speechless as he threw these words in front of me… IT WAS PAINFUL! And it
still is… That’s the time I had chosen to leave… even when it’ll cost a lot of
suffering and pain and tortures brought by the memories. But do I have a
choice?
Now, five months had passed, but why am I still feeling that
tinge of pain, the reality that I lost someone I treasured much just because of
his best friend? What’s even more hurtful? It’s when the news broke that he has
someone now to call “Girlfriend” and guess who? the very reason why I waved the
white flag, YES, IT’S HIS BEST FRIEND.
Would you say I’m stupid? That I am the most stupid person
on earth because I couldn’t get myself MOVE ON completely… The past kept me on
the dark side… though I tried to divert my attention, just out of nowhere, my
memory of him pops up…
In a few days, this number would then again remind me of the
times we had, and I’m not sure how I’d face it, now that I know, he’s with the
person I had once hated…



















Another turn of events!
That moment marked the start of being a member of the ICJEC, us girls were
obviously the ones who got so emotional, hehe… All our Ate’s and Kuya’s
welcomed us and we were so touched! haha!! I can’t imagine that I was really an
official member! XDD 


