He's crying while his head is leaning on my shoulder, his hair tickles my neck but I can manage. I just comb his hair using my fingers, and let him out his emotions.
“ I love her so much, B. I gave all my heart, body, and soul. I gave all the things she wants. I understand her all the time. I was with her every time she had a problem. I supported her. I treat her as my princess— ”
I can't help but to cry too, silently. Not because he was crying, but because of the pain pierced in my heart. Cliché as they say, and yes, I am in love with my best friend who treats me as a sister only. I did all my best to make over, to realize him that I am a woman now, sadly he isn't.
Secretly loving him was the best all I can do than to break our friendship for almost 17 years. He may be not be mine, at least I'm with him everyday and I think I am contented in that way, but—
“... but after all she has done to me, I still love her. ”
But, why can't he see me?
Why can't he notice that I still, exist?
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetries & Stories
Mystery / ThrillerP O E M S / P O E T R Y / SHORT STORIES Hello! This book is a compilation of poems, poetry, and short stories. The languages used are Filipino and English. The dialect used is Cebuano. Thank you so much for reading this! Thank you, Canva, for the...
