“CALIBAN….” Nanuyo ang lalamunan ko.
“Hindi ko gusto na ganoon ang iniisip mo sa ipinapakita ko sa’yo.”
“If you think that way to me…” I swallowed hard. “What am I to you, Caliban?”
Isang kahibangan ang tanong kong iyon. I told myself I wouldn’t ask anymore. Pero heto’t nadadala na naman ako. Ano bang iniisip mo, Liberty?
“You’re important to me.”
Pakiramdam ko’y may nakatali sa leeg ko. That was such a positive answer. Pero bakit ganito ang pakiramdam ko?
Pilit akong ngumiti roon. Nagbaba ako ng tingin sa damit niya. His eyes screams genuinity. It feels true and sincere. I should at least feel contented. Pero hindi…
How am I important to him? Because I’m a friend? A close friend? I have been refusing to acknowledge this feeling. Pero kung ganitong puro kagandahang asal ang ipinapa
