shelovesaboy:

it may now be very clear to you as to how my life is so intertwined with the boy’s even before my chanced meeting with him. but let me tell you, it wasn’t until i was 13 that i met him. properly.

everything else between that was gray matter.

but there were also close encounters and ones close enough. you see, since the boy’s parents were close to mine, they’ve visited our house more than a couple of times. 

the first time was around 1996. his family stayed over for a couple of days or more, i couldn’t remember. i didn’t really see him, but i could remember shouting at his younger brother for playing on our roof top. when they left, i found a disney comic book in my room with the boy’s name on it. little did i know.

another was a story told by the boy’s father. apparently i was too young to remember it. but i was a little girl who slipped on their doorstep while we were visiting them. again, little did i know.

and before the proper introductions, i remember one afternoon that i was in MSU as a little girl. i was walking with my cousins when their automobile passed by. his head was out the window, enjoying the breeze while waving at my cousins. i looked at him as they sped by: thinking. i know i was thinking of something but i couldn’t remember what. but i know that from that chance encounter, he already made an impression.

i am in msu right now. i will miss you upon going home. thank you for last night and for the instant noodles this morning and for every surprise we never fail to give each other. thank you. because you never left me alone.

shelovesaboy:

i am not typing this out of first-hand knowledge but out of what i’ve heard from my parents and cousins.

we had neighbors in my father’s place, naturally. but the closest to our house (just next-door) was a family. the father was my father’s best friend. this family had kids. my mother used to babysit those kids when the parents weren’t around. one particular daughter became a close friend of my sister. they went to school together.

but as you may already know, my family moved away from that province (we still kept the house as ours) and moved here to cagayan de oro. years later, in 1987, i was born. 16 days before my birth, a boy was born.

this is pattern number three: that boy was the grandson of my father’s bestfriend. that boy’s mother was babysat by my mother when she was young. that boy is the boy.