My Short Stories Compilation

Love is the most beautiful and unique feeling that happens in each person's life whether young or old, rich and poor at different times and expressing such feelings in messages usually is a headache. _ Last September, I met a guy in online. He chatted me first. He was the one who approached me. Wala naman akong interesado sa mga lalaki, kasi mas priority ko ang pag aaral bilang isang panganay. Ayoko na isipin ng iba na pabigat ako, ayoko na ma disappoint sila sa akin. Kaya ginagawa ko ang best ko para sa sarili at sa pamilya. But this man, ruined my entire peace. "Hi, how are you?" he chatted me. "I'm fine." malamig sa reply ko. "I'm from Bulacan." he added, na para bang interesado ako sa buhay niya. we talked, we get along just fine. I really enjoyed his company tho. Kahit bago pa lang kami magkakilala. I thought, ang boring niya pero tama nga sila, "Don't judge the book by it's cover." minsan sarap niya nang abandonahin, nakakarindi daming kwento sa buhay. "Anong course mo?" dagdag niya pa. "Political Science," walang ganang sagot ko. "We're same!" he exclaimed. I smiled. how cute. That time, we reminisced the life of Rizal, we shared information about our courses, what we want after college, and the opportunities we can grab after college and so on...our conversation is great actually, for a stranger, ang gaan ng feeling ko to share some things and he was there to listen. Sarap niyang ka kwentuhan kasi ang daming kong natututunan. May mga bagay na natutunan siya sa akin at may mga bagay na natutunan ako sa kaniya and that's matter for me. Hindi sumakit likod ko magbuhat ng convo haha. I was really entertained and happy that time but I was the one who ended our chat. I don't want to be attached on someone I met online. Naisip ko that time, kung lalayo ako sa kanya titigil na siya sa pangungulit sa akin, pero mali ako. Mas nakita ko pa na araw-araw niya akong kinakausap, kahit na isang sagot wala siyang nakukuha sa akin. the consistency indeed. _ Sa tagal nang pag-uusap namin, I decided na makipag-kita sa kanya. Yes, ako ang gustong makipag kita sa kanya. I really want to keep our conversation going and I know that he wants the same but I stopped everything and we're disconnected in social media. "Well, I guess, It's time to bring fantasy into reality." I chatted him. "What do you mean?" he replied. "I want to meet you personally." I am confidently that we'll meet kasi pareho naman kami na taga Bulacan, even without any idea kung pa'no kita ko siya mahahanap o makikilala, I also said na I'll find a way to know and find him. "Sure," he replied. _ After almost 7 months, I pass by at the cafe and watching him sitting there all alone— stirring his coffee, smiling, and nodding his head. After almost 7 months I meet him for the first time. He sit there wearing a navy blue polo shirt— a color that he'd never wore but as I wished he wore it. Then he open his phone, and for a seconds I received a text message from him. I smiled. Saka kumawala nang malalim na paghinga bago humawak sa strap ng aking bag. He look at me through the window pane, and ask me to get in. He hug me and I almost melt in his arms. He didn't let me go either. He sit beside me and He show me a pictures of his family and then he handed me a book full of poems and tell me that he finally wrote something. I ask him what made him write and he only say "It's all about you and me." I smiled, my heart beats so fast. "I like you," I whispered under in my own breath. he heard. "W-why?" "Just because—" "Why?" he repeated. "I mean, I'm just someone with puzzled thoughts and with a thousand of insecurities." he added. "I like you, no I love you. –because You is You." I answered. _ the next day. "I like you Haisley, but as friend." "Ahh, friend." then, I nodded. That time my heart shattered into pieces. He was the one who approached me but suddenly I was the one chasing over him. Nag assume ako. Sadly to say goodbye. That was our first and last meet, I guess. He kiss my cheeks and smile at me for the last time. And I watch him leave. My heart drowns with heaviness. _ "So, how's your relationship with him?" My friend asked. "It is great! He's so sweet, he cares for me a lot, always telling me he loves me, always asking if I'm doing good, if I'd eaten my meal, and something like that, always sending me good morning and good nights messages. We're so comfortable in each other," I happily answered her. "Wow, what a perfect relationship!" She said. I stopped there for a moment and smiled bitterly. "Actually, No." I told her with a lost of interest. "But base on what you have said, I guess, it is a perfect relationship." she added. "Its not" — 5 years later. Even in the amidst of pain, God's has purpose. He's on the left side of the church, and I'm on the right side. We've both facing each other, but we are focusing on the mass. I look at the cross at the center and told God,