I never expected seeing you again.
The ride home this night has been one of the most relaxing ones I’ve ever had in my college life. For after a series of sleepless and homeless nights, finally, I am going home – earlier than usual.
As I aboard unto my bus ride for home, I saw the most unlikely person that I expect to see and be with at that time [or even anytime..]: my ex.
There it was, the capital X, seated at the not-so-back most part of the bus. I should’ve froze, but to my surprise, I did not. Upon laying my eyes on X’s eyes, there was no electric current between the stares nor even sparks – just a blank, cold space. X offered the seat next to her, and I did not refuse. I sat beside X, feeling cold; not really knowing if the coolness is coming from the bus’ aircon or from the awkwardness of the situation.
Then it started; X started:
“…kamusta ka na…?”
“…eto ok lang, ikaw…?”
…
…
…
“…pumayat ka…”
“…sabi nga nila…”
“…pero mas maputi ka pa rin sa’kin…”
“…oo nga…”
…
…
zzzZZZZZ…
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I was happy after that. No, we did not have any reconciliation, nor a step back on the mushiness we’ve had before. I felt happy because we’re friends – I think. That for me is enough. The bus ride for home became extra special.
I never expected seeing Eu again.
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