There once was a group of three. They were inseparable. From breakfasts to lunches and late dinners, they were always together. They breezed through rough seasons together. From north to south, they have seen places. They’ve shared a number of beers and cigarettes and stories and memories. They were happy as it is.
First and Second fell in love. They did so in secret. Under the table hand-holding, cryptic messages and even Morse code; they did everything just to harbor what they feel. Third had no clue.
First and Second were in love. That’s what First thought, but First was wrong. Second didn’t fall all the way. All the while, it was Third who fell, deeply, for First. First had no clue.
Third told First a number of times. First said sorry the same number of times that the feeling is not mutual. Third fell into depression, this time. Second wandered farther away. First was left alone.
First cut-off Second and Third. Second seems happy now but still feels guilty at the sight of First. Third is moving on, slowly, but is getting better. Second and Third are clueless as to what happened with whom. They are okay. First knows all, so he is still alone.
And the group of three is no more.
If my feelings for you were punctuation marks, it’ll be a semi-colon.
The senior is like:
As always, I’m at a fork. Staying or leaving. It is a decision that I, like everyone in our batch, keep putting off. Even during the busy season it has always been at the back our heads, a thought that never goes away but is often unentertained. This time is different. This time it begs to be entertained. It is demanding an answer: yes or no?
(Clichés are coming)
I guess it’s true that as you live longer in this world, birthdays tend to be more quiet and ordinary like it’s just another day. This year I chose to celebrate my naming day here at home in the province so you can say I had it coming; knowing that there is still no power.
So before we are enveloped in total darkness and my battery begins to die, I want to thank everyone who remembered and sent their greetings despite the circumstances. Universe, you never fail to remember and notice me at least annually and, sarcasm aside, thank you for giving me the darkest and simplest birthday this year. I didn’t ask for it but it is just what I needed.
(On the upside, I’ll get to blow out about a dozen candles later yey! More wishes! And since the sky is starting to clear, your stars will be that much brighter.)
For happiness, cheers!