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I met a boy during my first year in UP. We were seatmates in a GE class and I made friends with him so I could ask someone for updates whenever I would cut classes. He was really smart, and hard-working. We would always grab breakfast after class before we would part ways. https://twitter.com/supernegatrona/status/1310948945770709000">https://twitter.com/supernega...
Then, we had a field trip in Vigan. That was his hometown. We didn& #39;t talk to anyone else during the entire trip and we would go out during our free time and he would talk about how he loved this city, and I fell in love with that place, as well.
On the last day of the trip, it was raining hard and we were already seated inside the bus when I remembered that I forgot something. He offered to come back with me to the hotel. In that moment, under the pouring rain, laughing with this amazing person, I realized two things:
1) I am not straight because
2) I was falling in love with my friend.
The sem ended and we stayed friends. We were from different colleges but we would meet every Sunday to attend church, stealing glances, and acting shy when it was time to hold hands for the Lord& #39;s Prayer.
2) I was falling in love with my friend.
The sem ended and we stayed friends. We were from different colleges but we would meet every Sunday to attend church, stealing glances, and acting shy when it was time to hold hands for the Lord& #39;s Prayer.
But somewhere along the line, he started avoiding me and I didn& #39;t know why. So I started avoiding him, as well. I never told him how I felt and I was so heartbroken because I also lost the first friend I made at the university.
Years passed and he graduated and moved to another university to study medicine. That was his dream. To cure the world of cancer because he lost his dad to cancer. His passion for medicine was one of the things that I loved about him.
Before med school started, he messaged me asking me if I would like to hang iut with him since he was feeling nervous. I agreed and met in Intramuros. It was like we wenr back to first year when we were walking along Vigan and talking about art, history, etc.
We reminisced about our time in the uni. After a while, he got quiet. He looked at me and admitted that he liked me back then but he thought I was straight. So he didn& #39;t say anything. He became close to one of his blockmates and they became boyfriends, which was why he avoided me
I confessed that I liked him back then, too. We laughed at the irony. After that day, we never saw each other again. Last I heard, they broke up. But I am happily taken now. Maybe in an alternate universe, we might& #39;ve ended up together but that story is not mine to tell. :)
