Decoding Storm

Twenty Two

A love triangle. A fcking love triangle.

When was the last time that I heard a fcking love triangle which doesn't deal with bestfriends hating each other? Bllsht. It's the most cliche problem. Like what the fck is wrong with Cupid hitting the wrong heart with his arrows? Tss. Is he blind or just plain dumb? Maybe I should try playing with his bow and arrows and hit his heart real hard.

Fcking Cupid.

I managed to speak for I knew that this day wouldn't end without me getting answers.

"You-you mean, your first love never loved you back?" nauutal kong tanong.

Isang mapaklang tawa lang ang naging sagot niya bago marahang tumango.

"Yes. He never did."

Ang mga mata niya ay pinagmamasdan ang mga batang naglalaro at pare parehong nakangiti. It was like she was reminiscing her childhood memories. The time when everyone was innocent and pure. When all of us have never been through so much pain and agony.

When she was not this lonely.

She heaved a deep sigh before she looked at my eyes. I just stared at her dark orbs. Mukha iyong kadiliman at nakakalunod iyon. But unlike her mom and dad's eyes, it's not a scary thing. It's just pure darkness, making you feel like you've been drifting to another dimension. And it was magical. Na para bang sa kadilimang yun ay malalaman mo kung mabuti kang tao. In her dark eyes, you can see your own light. And her little dark eyes were reflecting my pale blue ones.

Hinintay kong magsalita siya. I can see her having thoughts of whether i'm ready to hear her story. Pero hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ba parang ang sasabihin niya ay may kaugnayan sa akin. Like her love story is not just about Lenin being the third party.

What role did I play in it?

Just then, she opened her book and started telling me stories. Her own love story.

"He was my first love." She said in her sweet voice, reminiscing the man that she holds dear in her heart as she looks into my eyes. Wala akong ibang nagawa kundi ang tumingin lang sa kanya at makinig. After all, this is what the both of us needed.

"The only man who was able to sweep me off my feet with his lovely eyes. He was a man of honor and I knew that I'll never get over him the moment that I fell."

One, he's got lovely eyes. Fck. What color? Black? Grey? Blue? Oh sht. I've got blue ones but never did it occur to me that it's a lovely color. And that might be another reason while she would always dump me. Blue's not lovely.

I need to buy contact lenses with every shade. Goddamn it.

Two, he was a man of honor. I get it. Maybe that's the reason why she would never let me enter her heart. I wasn't a man of honor and will never be. Who'd call a drag racer and a playbor a man of honor? As far as my memories are concerned, I was the delinquent of the century who bets his life in a car race and plays with ladies. Damn it. Kaya siguro ay sinusubukan kong maging mabuting tao at magpakabait. Because my competitor was more than a male specie.

He was a man of honor which makes me the last guy she'll settle with.

"I loved him more than everything Sage-boy. He was my knight in shining armor."

Knight in shining armor?

Mas lalong naging malungkot ang mga ngiti niya at nagsimulang bumuhos ang mga luha niya. Mukha yatang siya talaga ang pinaka iyakin sa kanilang lahat. She'll pass as Tita Nirvana's daughter on that ground. I gently wiped her tears away. She closed her eyes, her lips shut in order to prevent her from crying to much. Hinawakan niya ang mga kamay ko habang nakapikit ang mga mata niya.