Bisaya Stories

BISAYA 032

Ga tan-aw rakos layo niya—akong long time crush for years, and I know dili na ni crush, I think it's love.

Nagapangita ko niya adlaw-adlaw, like my day won't be nice or ain't complete kay dili nako siya makita. Every smile niya like ma kumpleto na akong adlaw, or even just a glance.

Kita kaayo nako siya nga happy, while nagatabi sa mga tawo nga ni approach niya kay she's famous in our school. She's athletic, and also a smart lady. Siya ang ssg president, representative every competitions related to academics, and nagapractice siya for upcoming athletic meet. She's soft, naa na niya tanan nga ginapangita nako sa usa ka baye.

I smiled, but here am I. Just watching her from afar. I can't take a move, 'cause I know if I'll do a move it would be just wasted away and I can only break her heart, and I don't want it to happen. Tearing apart someone ain't my thing.

So I glanced at her, for the last time. But my world suddenly stopped, when I saw her kissing someone. Kissing someone in public, og daghan kaayong nitapok and me, mura kog gibuhusan og bugnaw nga tubig. Dili makalihok, and felt a sudden stab on my chest.

My heart... shattering into pieces. But no tears forming in my eyes, I'm forcing myself not to cry... Because I have a reason.

But when they faced at my direction, we eyed contact. I saw the glimmer of her her eyes, I felt his happiness towards him. While they're holding each other's hands, with their fingers intertwined.

Don't, don't cry... But a tear abruptly fell into the ground then I felt a very aching chest pain. Shit!

I can't breathe... I need air..

But no one dare helping me. Instead, naa ra sila didto ga tapok sa baye nga reason why I cried and this is the result.

I have a weak heart, and we stopped checking this out. My parents thought that it healed already, but I think it's getting worse.

'Cause every time I cry, not cry. But if naay motulo nga luha, mo sunod dayun ang chest pain so maong di ko ganahan nga mohilak. Mao na ako ginabuhat if masakitan ko, bahala na.

But this time, I failed. Smiling at their direction for the last time. I opened my hand, and stared at the ring I bought 3 years ago.

I promised to myself, that I'll give it to her someday after confessing my feelings. But I know, dili na mahitabo.

Tears now falling, I can't handle it anymore. The pain, the pain of being broken and the chest pain that I am suffering. My eyes tiredly closed.

I uttered... “I'm sorry, I failed.”

Before my sight turned black, I heard the golden ring fell into the ground causing to make a tiny sound.

Goodbye, my love.