Our love has already been judged by society and even the universe and fate, will they never let us be.
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LIAM
SPRING has always been a bittersweet season for me.
While most of people look forward to its arrival, I loathed it. It is the season when eveything blossoms but it is also that time when my life withered and lost its color.
It's spring day when a tragic accident shattered my life. A car accident happened during our family vacation. I lost everything that time— my parents, my sister, even my will to live.
I woke up every day blaming Him. Kung bakit binuhay niya pa ako. Kung bakit ako lang ang tinira Niya. And now I'm alone, suffering.
I'm just a kid that time, fragile and vulnerable. Every time springs comes. Wala akong ibang ginagawa kundi maghinagpis at umiyak.
But everything changed when I met Noah. My once loathed season became my favorite. He made me appreciate it. He made me love it again. Because whenever spring arrives, it makes me remember him, our first encounter and how our love blossoms like the cherry blossoms above us.
I can still remember how we first met. Parang kahapon lang nangyari ang lahat.
Everything started in a spring day of March. Namumukadkad na ang mga cherry blossoms sa paligid. I sat in bench rubbing both my palm together to create heat. Suot ko ang makapal kong winter jacket pero nakalimutan ko naman ang gloves ko.
Though it's spring that time, the lingering chills of winter is still evident in the air dahil kakatapos lang ng winter season nun.
A heat pouch with a cute pink cherry blossom flower design suddenly appeared in front of me. Napatigil ako sa pagkuskos ng pareho kong mga palad. Inangat ko ang tingin ko sa nagbigay nun. And that's when our eyes met for the first time.
Gusto kong magpasalamat but his intimidating aura stops me. Wala man lang kasing kangiti ngiti sa mukha niya. He just sits besides me with a distance, a coffee in his hand and a book in his lap.
"Hmmm. Tapos ko nang mabasa yan. It's good" paninumula ko ng usapan.
But he just flips through pages like I am just an air for him. Awkward akong napakamot sa ulo ko. How can he be 'bastos kausap' but still handsome at the same time.
He had this aura about him, a quiet confidence that made him stand out without even trying. His dark curls framed his face, the slight furrow of his brow as he delved deeper into his book, and the casual way he sipped his coffee, as if savoring every drop.
I never got a chance to talk to him dahil umalis na ito. Napasimangot nalang ako dahil sa nasayang kong pagkakataon.
Later that day, palagi ko na siyang inaabangan ngunit hindi ko na siya natyempuhan. Spring passed by, and then its summer and autumn then winter.
