Magkukwento ako.

Yesterday, I had a chat with a friend from college I used to hang out with. One of the boys ang mumshie nyo before, gais. From worn out jeans to tattered Tretorns. Yan ako.
We used to play the guitar at the ASG or behind Faura, pusoy dos na patago in the library etc. This guy was cute, dami may crush dyan. For some reason, he liked hanging out with me. Pati mga headband ko sinusuot kase halos magkasinghaba buhok namin nung araw.
We'd walk in the rain, take the blue bus out of school and chat nonstop the whole ride. That type of thing.

Anyway, after college, I never saw him again.
A few years after that, I got an SMS from an unknown number. It's him. He said hi and he wanted to meet up. Sheth. Okay so kinilig ako bakit ba.

On a side note, Sony Ericsson pa na mabigat phone ko non. Not that it matters.
We met in Galleria. Tangina ang guapo pa rin nya.

We had dinner, mega catch up and we watched a movie. Walked around hand in hand and I felt like a girl around him for the very first time.
I asked him where he got my number. He said he saw one of my friends in a resto so he approached her even if he didn't know her personally. Nagpakilala sya and he asked if he can get my number.

So here we are.
"Did you know that I had a huge crush on you in college?"

I was floored. Ampanget ko kaya in college. Like seriously. Ni hindi ako mukhang girl. I wouldn't have a crush on me!

"Gagu. Pull the other one. I was a tomboy."
"Gagu. You were pretty."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Why do you think I keep on asking you if I could bring you home?"
"Uhm because you had nothing to do?"
"Remember when you had to go to La Union and I said I'll bring you? What did you say?"
"Wag na, sayang gasolina."
"See? You kept shooting me down."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I thought you knew. I mean, you should've."
"No. I was dense. I still am."
"You really think like a guy no? You even punch like one. Hay, the many times you punched me, I think I have PTSD."
We kissed.

OMG. I think I saw so many colours and felt so many feelings. I dunno where to start. You know how that is. If you can't, try to remember. It's a happy place.
He brought me home. Pero gaga that I am, I told him he has to stop na sa kanto. I don't want to explain him to my tita na Opus Dei. Hahahahaha!

I left him at the curb.
Days after that, we kept messaging and talking on the phone.

One day it stopped. Tangina. I didn't know what to think.
Did I say anything wrong? Is he mad? Did he meet someone else? Bakit ba ang OA ko hindi naman kami? Pota I didn't have any other number to make kulit. Oh I won't kulit, my pride is bongga.

Is he dead?

OMG he still hasn't texted. He better be dead.
Then I saw a Facebook invite from him 13 years later.
Syempre nag accept ako.

If there's one thing you should know about me, hindi ako farmer. Hindi ako nagtatanim ng sama ng loob. Not that I don't try. I just can't.
"I can't believe it's you. You wear heels now! You actually look girly girl!"
"Shut up. What happened to you?"
"Oh that."

Hindi man ako farmer, prangka naman. Walang edit edit.
"I got drunk. I lost my phone. I didn't have your number anywhere else and even if I kept looking out for your friends so I could get it, I never met one again."
"Hay."
"But that's okay dude, the years after that were one of the darkest in my life. You'd have grown to hate me."
"Eh we'll never know now. So how are you?"
"I got fat. Unahan na kita. You?"
"I got old. Separated now, two kids. Both girls."
"I'm married, I've a two year old daughter."
"Oh wow, look at us. Parents!"
"I missed you."
"Well I missed you, too."
"Maybe we can have lunch or dinner sometime."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Thank God for Facebook. If only we had this before, I'd have found you sooner."
"Let's not go there anymore."
"Oi ha, let's meet up."
"Game."
After months of planning, natuloy din. Guess where.

Galleria, of course.

Eh may meeting ako sa ADB eh. Sinabay ko na.
I can't remember the resto.

Busy ako staring at his face. I think I looked at him more than I listened to him. He made me think of younger days. When one could still make me walk in the rain voluntarily, smiling.
"You look the same. Still payat."
"You really got chubby. Haha! Not bad chubby though. You still remind me of Anime characters."
"How's life?"

The conversation went on and on. Our kids, our work, common friends. We recalled the stupid things we did in Ateneo.
For the most part, we just look at each other and sigh.

I dared not touch him to check if he's real. Although tempted ako. But what good will that do?

When it was time to go, we hugged and promised to have lunch again soon.
That was six years ago.
It was his birthday a few days ago so I greeted him yesterday. Bilang nakalimutan ko.

This guy, he's daldal. Kaya kami hindi mauubusan ng pag uusapan. So he kept asking how I am, how's my Twitter "fame" etc.
"So when can we catch up?"
"Dunno."
"Funny how you're now in the south and I'm from the north when back in college, I was the one from the south and you were up north."
"US who will never be."
"Fate says no. I mean, fate and Ethel said no."
"Hoy, hindi ko nga alam that you liked me! You should've said something!"
"I tried to bring you home!"
"I was dense"
"Super dense. Do you know how far Fairview is for a guy from Parañaque?"
"Are we really going to go through this again?"
"Yes! It's a yearly thing. It's our tradition, the two of us."
"Gagu."
"If I were to give us a title, I'd say 'Missed Moments'."
"Tah kah."
"Why do we always meet up in Galleria?"
"Wala akong meeting in Ortigas in the near future so if ever we meet up, hindi na there. Wag na maghanap ng deeper meaning."
"You're mean."
"You know it."
We'll probably not meet again this year, even if he swears to take care of my Uber so I don't drive. Sabi ko warif we walk sa Ateneo. Sabi nya don't. We'll feel so old. Oh and Soc Sci didn't age well according to him.
Our hang out places are gone. He thinks it'll just make us sad.

I disagree. Maybe there will be sadness, yes. But more than that, I'd like to revisit that tomboy who liked to go around in tattered jeans and Tretorns while she argues with that handsome boy wearing her headband.
I'm getting teary-eyed, pota.
We probably won't meet up this year or the next.

But I will always cherish that boy who saw beauty when I thought I was ugly.
Thanks for watching! Charot.
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