i love him now.he knows that and i know he reciprocates my feelings

"i finally reached school". with my head getting sleepier by the minute, i reached out for my id and tried not to shut my eyes. it is valentines day and i promised myself not to skip any subject.so there i was at the peak of fighting four more hours before dismissal and walking my way through the staircase to finally reach rm.417.

seconds ticked and the clock struck 11am.im free.i know we're going somwhere (five of us in taft) to spice things up for my friends' girl, but believe me this is all unplanned.first stop was to buy bouquet of flowers.."diretcho pag nakita niyo yung food court.kaliwa!.." we're just a few smithers i do remember from asking dang questions just to reach the flower haven- our destination.not knowing what to expect at the end of the said directions, i was completely blown away when we got there.(huwaw ang daming flowers!uck.) passing through each shed, walking under the sun's gleaming rays (definitely burning our skin) while searching for those nice-tagged yet pretty flowers, and having such petty quarrel (lakas kasi mangasar.pastar!..yes valentines.ulul.) with someone made me even more miss my previous celebrations during valentines day.how it felt like belonging to someone.how it even felt like to trust someone so unmistakably.

[from here i wouldn't want to declaim every bit of sheer memory.in other words secretong malupit na..okei??nyahahaha.. ]

Before I knew it, I was approaching him, having a childish argument and once again finding myself in one of those moments in which I’d want nothing more than to freeze time. It was a scene from a movie; a scene that I would never have believed would take place in my lifetime. Still, it did and it was perfect. He made it that perfect.

God I love him now. He knows that and I know he reciprocates my feelings. But I’m not Eponine and he’s not Marius(from Les Miserables). I’m not even sure he’ll stay if I allow myself to be hit by a cannonball. But maybe one day, things would reach a certain amount of clarity between us. Maybe one day, selfishness would not have to squeeze itself between us. There’d be no more fights about other people, and certain actions. Maybe when that time comes I’ll be able to say…