This is the second part of our story titled The side of each story
A tale of unrequited love and lingering feelings. My name is Aria Mae, and my heart has been captivated by a boy from afar for years. I watched him from a distance, admiring him, until I heard the news that he was with someone else.
Months passed, and I tried to move on, but then I heard that he had broken up with the girl. Confused, I learned that she had reunited with her ex-boyfriend, leaving him alone.
Years flew by, and I found myself in senior high school. He was sick, weakened by a lack of nutrients, and confined to a hospital bed. He was losing hope. I finally gathered the courage to reach out to him, and he responded. Over the following months, he slowly recovered, and I constantly encouraged him to "think positive." He seemed to find strength in my words, and we began talking day and night. We argued about small things, but our connection grew stronger. One day, when we talked about his ex, he became angry and said, "Girls are all the same." I was lost for words, having never been in a relationship myself. He was the only boy I had ever truly liked.
Seven months later, he returned to school. I tried to act as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was still hung up on his ex. I avoided him, blaming myself for my inability to move on from him.
I told myself that my feelings were just an "aspiration," a dream I couldn't achieve, but deep down, I knew it was more than that. I couldn't forget him. I knew he wouldn't be able to get into another relationship, but I still admired him secretly.
When will I stop admiring him from afar? My mind races with doubts. What if I was just a temporary fix, isang panakip butas while he was without his ex? What if I was just a convenient choice, the reason he started chatting with me?
