FRIENDZONED or NOT? (NASHLENE)

The 9th Year

Nash POV

Naalimpungatan ako nang may marinig akong nag-strum ng gitara..

Binuksan ko ang mga mata ko saglit..

Ahh.. si Sharlene pala..

Tapos pinikit ko na ulit..

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HA?! si Sharlene???!!!!!

Napaupo ako bigla sa kama tapos sinapok ko yung ulo ko.. nananaginip ba ako? Bat andito si Shar? may dalang gitara? para san?

Ngumiti sya sakin..

"Gising ka na.. tulo laway ka pa"-sabi nya

Nakakahiya! Napakapa naman ako sa mukha ko..

"Wala naman ah!"-sabi ko.. buti na lang hahaha

"To naman di na mabiro hahaha"-sabi nya at itinuloy ang paggigitara.. Intro pa lang kaya tinanong ko na sya..

"Anong gagawin mo?"-tanong ko

"Tutugtog obviously"-sagot nya.. oo nga naman.. ang tanga lang nung tanong hahaha

"Para san?"-tanong ko ulit.. ano ba kasi trip neto?

"Para sayo! Happy 9 years bro!"-sabi nya sabay ngiti.. ay oo nga pala hahaha makakalimutan ko ulit.. akala ko masusurprise ko sya.. ako pala nasurprise nya.. sya pala ang di nakalimot hahaha

At nagsimula na sya kumanta..

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street..

Faster than the wind, Passionate as sin.. Ended so suddenly..

Loving him is like trying to change your mind..

Once you're already flying through the free wall..

Like the colors in autumn.. so bright..

Just before they lose it all..

Loving him was blue like I'd never known..

Missing him was dark gray all alone..

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met..

But loving him was red..

Loving him was red.."- kanta nya.. tumitingin sya sakin tapos tingin sa gitara habang kinakanta nya yan..

Ahh.. eto pala yung RED ni Taylor Swift na sinasabi nya dati.. pero parang may message talaga yung kanta eh.. Sino nga kaya yung HIM na tinutukoy nya? Imposibleng ako.. kasi nakamove on na daw sya.. edi may bago na..

Pinagpatuloy na nya ang pagkanta..

"Touching him is like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you..

Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song..

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer..

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong..

Losing him was blue like I'd never known..

Missing him was dark gray all alone..

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met..

But loving him was red..

Oh red..

Burning red..

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes..

Tell myself its time now, gotta let go..

But moving on from him is impossible..