I was just bored that time, so I decided to go online on Omegle to chat with strangers. I got to talk to a few people, but our conversations didn't seem to go somewhere. Then you came. We were getting along, so you asked for my number. I was hesitant but I didn't know what made me say yes and give you my number.
We got closer as we talked to each other every day. Very close. But the distance between us was another story. You were from Manila and I was from Pampanga. We knew a lot about each other, and we never hid anything from each other. Then one night, you confessed that you liked me. I got surprised. I was so confused that I had no idea what to say.
You made me feel comfortable about talking to you even after you made the confession. You didn't pressure me on how I should feel about your confession, and I loved you for that.
Then one day, I just gave up. I texted you saying that we should stop texting each other. I had the most foolish reason, ever. I told you that my parents were wondering why I was always holding my phone, why I always needed load. It's not normal, they said. Unexpectedly, you were okay with that. You stopped talking to me.
Days passed and I got sadder and sadder. I missed you. So much. My friend convinced me that I should just take a risk even if I was scared. I got scared on facing how I really felt about you. I got pressured. Should I return your feelings? Should I feel the same way about you?
I took the risk, anyway. I messaged you.
It's been a while since our story began. I don't know what's going to happen next between us, but I think I might be ready to take another risk if fate wants me to.