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| Photo credit : Katie Little |
I’ve known you for six years.
You were my brother’s classmate.
We were friends.
I was busy at work when you showed up in front of me one day.
You looked at me with awe while I do my job.
I don’t know if you understood anything.
But then you went near me.
You raised your hand.
Gently, you touched the entirety of my face.
I allowed you to touch me.
You looked at me with awe while I do my job.
I don’t know if you understood anything.
But then you went near me.
You raised your hand.
Gently, you touched the entirety of my face.
I allowed you to touch me.
You looked at me as if I was a precious stone.
Your look, sincere and sympathetic made me shrink.
I wonder if you ever had an idea of my struggles.
I wonder if you even have an idea about life at all.
I was hesitant, but I looked at you.
Your innocent face showed a pure soul.
You didn’t release your touch.
I didn’t tell you to stop anyway.
You smiled.
I smiled back.
Your soft voice revealed your intentions.
“Naa na ka’y uyab?”
I smiled back.
Your soft voice revealed your intentions.
“Naa na ka’y uyab?”
“Oh. Naa na.”
You removed your hand from my face.
You faced your back at me.
You walked out of my office.
From that day on, you never talked to me again.
From that day on, I have not seen you in my office.
You faced your back at me.
You walked out of my office.
From that day on, you never talked to me again.
From that day on, I have not seen you in my office.
I asked your Dad where you were.
“Sa balay.”
You were avoiding me.
It saddened me.
“Sa balay.”
You were avoiding me.
It saddened me.
But I’m sorry.
I’m sorry because I just can’t love you.
I’m sorry because I’m 22.
You’re 11.