It was a piece of paper folded twice. A clean white paper that dropped from the notebook. There was no name on it.
Okay, hold your knives! Don’t kill me yet! I am dumb and stupid. I know.
I returned it to her the next day. She gave me an embarrassed look. But she smiled though. I smiled at her too.
“Hey, what’s in that letter?”
“Nothing. Just…uhm… nothing.” She seems uncomfortable with my confrontation so I dared not ask more.
Kill me now?!
My senior year has been very busy. I was nominated and elected as the President of the Supreme Student Government. CG was my Vice-President external while Girl in Late Night Debate was Vice-President internal. The Triumvirate. haha
In my second try on representing my school at the press conference, I retained my spot as 6th in Feature writing category. Lucky again. So the principal decided to give it a try to send me to the regionals. It was held in Samar. Our neighbor province. Sadly, I never got a shot to grab a place for me to be in the nationals.
Sayang (alas!) , our school paper adviser told me. We were asked to write a feature about the winning candidate for the pageant held that night. Too bad we were not informed about the interview given later after the pageant. Trust me, that was the worst article I wrote. I don’t even know the girl’s name! Imagine that? But still, I was laughing at how I made that piece. It was junk. The judges were surely frowning.
It came around March when we are all excited for our graduation. The final exam for the top students were given in advance. I just went to school for attendance. It was in those times I just slept around the corner of the classroom when B (my neighbor and childhood friend) gave me a letter.
(This is the one you’ve all been waiting for!)😀
It was from CG. It was in a colored piece of paper. The one that has light colorful background you can buy from giftshops and bookstores. The one that has fragrance. The one with cute angels and icons and flowers around the side. How do you call it?
It was folded in a way I never thought there was a meaning. It was folded in such a way that you have to flip it three times to open it. 1.2.3.
There in that letter,
were grammatical errors. was CG’s confession. That she has a big crush on me since our first year in high school. That she actually is madly addicted to me. That she is crazy. That she loves me.
(that’s what all you want to hear right?)
I was dumbfounded. It was like a dream I don’t want to believe at all. Too perfect. Or tragic. We only have few days before we part ways.
That night, I haven’t slept. I told lies to Mother that I have a project to finish.
To write a response.
To the new readers, the ones who probably have no idea what I am blabbing here, here are the links for the first five parts:
Part 1 : The Day We Met
Part 2 : First Year High
Part 3: Sophie Jealousy
Part 4: So Near Yet So Far
Part 5: Stolen