From Our Readers: To the One Who Never Saw Me Waiting At The Other End
With only less than a year of knowing you, you already took a special place in my heart. You've already awakened a feeling in me that I thought was only the brotherly kind. The brother I always wished I had. You became like my guy best friend and I always saw us like that. Just like that. But I proved this feeling wrong when you started talking about an anonymous girl. I thought that feeling a bit irritated whenever you talk about her was just normal. I thought it was just like the little-sister-learning-that-her-brother-got-a-girlfriend feeling. The one where the little sister gets scared because her brother might have less time and attention for her just because he's got a new girl.
You got way too comfortable talking to me about her that every conversation we had. It's always her you blabber about. It was okay with me at first but, I started hating it when I also started hating the feeling I'd get every time you talked about her. It was like you were only talking to me because you had something to talk about her again. The girl you could've had a chance with but she didn't take the risk at all. The girl from your high school days who was also the girl best friend that—cliché as it may sound—you fell for.
She was your greatest crush. You shared your story with me. A long story that all boils down to you trying to take a chance on her but, she can't give you that chance because she's still head-over-heels in love with her ex. After all, you just can't compete with a past flame that lasted for six freaking years. I became your confidante, your diary of wasted time and effort for her, and your ever-so supportive adviser and sometimes, reality-slapper. This went on for at least a couple of months and as those days passed I realized that the irritation I felt was somehow growing into a feeling of hurt. I get those little pinches in my chest whenever you tell me how you plan on asking her for a date or when you name those imperfections she had but you still love her despite that.
I became your confidante, your diary of wasted time and effort for her, and your ever-so supportive adviser and sometimes, reality-slapper.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
You always tried to be with her but all those attempts turned futile. She always had reasons. She always turned you down. Somehow, I get what she was trying to tell you. I told you it was her way of telling you to stop, that you won't have that chance that you wanted. You even asked for signs but it yielded negative. Yet you chose to ignore them.
Do you know how much it equally pains me when you tell me that you're hurt every time she turns you down? If I could just be with you and hug you every single late night that you tell me those stories, I would do it in a heartbeat. If I could just take even half the pain of what you're feeling, I would willingly take it. All those things that you wanted to do and experience with her, I’d be more than willing to capture every moment with you. And the way you wanted her to fall for you?
I would happily make that blind leap and take the free fall with and for you.
Why do you have to keep running towards her when every single step, you just take yourself straight into a dead end? Why don’t you just turn your back and see me waiting for you at the opposite end? Why is it that after all those times that she wounded you, it’s still her? And why is it that after all those times I’ve been there for you, you never even took a single glance at me?
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Hi! It's been so long since I planned to post my story in another platform aside from wattpad and now here I am, hoping that my story can be featured here.
My story is entitle "Who Are You," it's a tagalog-english teen fiction story so I hope, those filipinos who visit here can read my story!
WHO ARE YOU: PRELUDE
Sinungaling na ba ako kung sasabihin ko sa inyo ang pangalan ko? Hindi ako sure kung anong sasabihin kong pangalan ko pero may nagsasabi sa aking wag nalang magpakilala sa inyo.
May gusto lang naman akong itanong... Paano kung may makilala ka sa kasalukuyan na nagpapaalala sayo sa nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang nakilala mo sa kasalukuyan ay may tinatago pa lang sikreto na kahit siya mismo ay walang alam pero may kinalaman sa iyong nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang dalawang ito ay may koneksyon? Anong pipiliin mo? Ang nakilala mo sa nakaraan? O ang nagpakilala bilang ibang tao sa kasalukuyan? Past? Or Present?
There was this guy I dated for a while but things didn't turn out well. I was so into him that one night I can't stop thinking about him, I've decided to send his MOM a message on facebook confessing how much I like her son. I wish it ended there but no. I had to make it so emotional, lengthy and detailed like the drama queen I am. Luckily, it went to message request so I'm hoping she hasn't really read it yet. Up until this day it makes me cringe whenever I think about it but hey, whenever it pops in my mind I make myself laugh too so thank you self for being unbelievably shameless and brave when it comes to love. I may age faster because I have made a lot of cringe-worthy moments that I constantly make faces out of embarrassment just reflecting on my antics but I know I've made more hilarious memories than what ifs and somehow that makes the disappointments feel more like assurances that I have gave it my all and I have lived as honest (maybe a little to honest) as I could. #ItsOnlyNatural #CanBnatural
I've been investing in arts, photography, and writing. I've also got back to reading the other day and I finished reading this amazing book entitled 300 Things I Hope by Iain S. Thomas. It is all about the things the author hopes his readers to do in all aspects of life. So, I decided to make a version of it with all of the things I'm hoping for.
I hope I get to see my friends be successful in life. I hope to make a big mural someday. I hope to be a well-known artist like the artists I look up to. I hope to marry the person I am in love with today. I hope to be a little kinder to myself. I hope to see happiness even in the smallest things. I hope to travel the world. I hope to be a good mother and a wife to my future family. I hope to have my artworks displayed in a gallery or an exhibit. I hope to learn more about creative writing. I hope I won't learn how to get tired and give up my passion. I hope I won't get too hard on myself whenever I don't get the results I've been wanting to see in my works. I hope to love myself more even on the days I hate it the most. I hope to lead and empower women; to be their voice and for them to believe in themselves that they can be the woman they look up to. And when I've reached my limit of these things, I hope I won't get tired of reminding myself that my emotions don't make me weak, hence, makes me stronger. These are some of the things I always hope for. What about you? What are you hoping for?
I started fixing myself this quarantine. I mean, I started trying makeup products. As a teen, I'm on my phone almost every hour of the day, scroll on my social media accounts, especially Instagram, and also Pinterest where you get to see nice and pleasing photography by bunch of amazing and beautiful people from different parts of the world. So I started taking my own as well. I did not know that taking your own photo and try to get an Instagramable one is sooooooooo hard, it's exhausting. I do not have alot of space in my room, and I would definitely not do it outside our house because of Corona Virus, and I don't want to be seen by our neighbors HAHA so I have no choice but to make tiis inside my room.
Out of atleast 25 shots, only 2 are a nice picture. While I'm all sweaty and tired, I am proud of what I could do beyond my comfort zone. And this definitely built my self confidence, (and I secret love the compliments I received from both people I know and don't know) It's not my first time visiting in here, Candy! But I'm new to writing my thoughts and experiences, so bare with me HAHA.
Until next time!