Sa mga nageexpect ng erotic at ayaw ng malunkot o love story, wag nyo na sayangin ang panahon nyo magbasa.
Head’s up Non-boner/Emo mode po..
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Before I left to Singapore, I passed by an old house in Taytay.. I looked up to the right-most side of the window and closed my eyes to say a small prayer. “Musta na ‘bigan. Miss na kita.” I wiped off a tear from the corner of my eye as I put on my helmet, then looked at the house again for the last time. I turned my scooter’s engine on and headed home. That old house is filled with memories.. horny, happy, exciting and sad.
I remember visiting there with my barkada, how we all laughed and joked around the old wooden coffee table. We’d were cram our thesis and end up drunk in the morning then get all worked up on defending our poorly-done projects.
I remember the chair beside the telephone where you’d sit down chatting on the phone with me for hours. You were funny, sensitive and sensible. You were always there when I needed you, and you’d listen to my jokes, my sexcapades and whatever senseless things I wanted to blabber about. You accepted me for everything I am, weather as the class geek or nerd, or the alcoholic girl drunk and vomitting on the gutter.
I remember when I had my heartbroken, I was crying my eyes out and you were there stroking my back to comfort me. You joked about my situation and made me laugh again. Then you embraced me tightly and said “I’m here. I’ll never let you go.”
I remember the first time we kissed. It was on that third step of the stairway. It was long, lingering, passionate and real. You held out your tounge and I sucked on your sweet saliva as my tounge played with your’s.
I remember how we undressed each other as we climed up the steps. I was quite a struggle for we could’nt let go of each other’s lips. Though we were trying to keep it quiet, we stumbled on the wooden table but we managed to get into your room. It was on the rightmost side of your house.
I remember how you stared into my eyes as we lay into your bed then you whispered so sweetly into my ear “I love you.”. I felt a wonderful warm feeling that I could’nt help but say “I love you too.”. I meant that with all my heart.
I can still remember your touch, so gentle as if I was fragile. I remember how it felt like when we made out I was devoured by extacy and we got naughty day by day, we made out in the radioroom, on the roof, on the kitchen, on the dinning table.. I remember the thrills that we enjoyed together.
I remember how much you bragged about your “Esmi” in campus, How our friends teased us and we laughed, we were so inlove with each other. Monthsarries passed and I got intouch with the man who broke my heart…
I remember your proposal. I looked away as I broke up with you. I could’nt bear to see the tears the fell from your eyes for you were special to me as I knew I was special to you but I’m sorry.. I’m still inlove with the one who broke my heart.
I remember the anger our friends had for me, how they scolded me and told me they hated me… but you forgave me and took me back as a friend but it was never the same..
I remember that night when I heard Leah crying on the phone. I was cold as death and my knees were shaking. Although I wanted to just breakdown into tears, I gathered up my strength. “It’s a joke” I told myself as I rode a taxi to your house..
I remember falling on my knees while I was on the road. The tears kept flowing as I looked at the big black cloth bearing your name. Jay managed to guide me into the house but when we reached the third step I brokedown into tears.
I remember your dad, as he told me the story, you died from a motorbike accident… such a sad ending for someone as awesome as you. So in your memory I named my scooter after you and in your memory I write this for you.
Bubhoy 1981-2006