Fifteen years old ako ng marealize kong iba ang tingin ko kay Febe.
This is not a brotherly love I feel for her.
It was stronger than that.
It was more than that.
I felt green monsters slowly eating me up when I saw her staring at the retreating back of the boy she had been talking.
I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Boyfriend?" taas ang kilay kong tanong habang pinipigilan ang sariling magselos. Pero inismiran niya lang ako at tinalikuran para dumiretso sa sasakyan .
"Hey, is that you're boyfriend?" iritado na ang boses at mukha ko dahil sa pag-iwas niya sa tanong ko.
Was that really her boyfriend?
"As if." nakahinga ako ng maluwag ng marinig ang sagot niya bago siya tuluyang pumasok ng sasakyan.
Hindi ko namalayang nakatulog pala ako habang nag-babasa.
Nagising ako ng
