The Fight

Ferdinand Pomento and I had a huge fight three weeks ago. We didn’t talk within that three weeks. It was awfully weird and it definitely sucks a lot.

We had this eksena at the VSB. We had a little confrontation. It was really dreadful. We shouted at each other. All of our classmates who saw that was terrified. Magxota…haha!

I realized a lot of things during that short period of time. I found out that I don’t have a lot of friends. I am not good in socializing with people. When I cried, I only had Norman who listened to me when I cried. He was there who picked up the organizer, Ferdz gave me last Christmas, that I threw as I cry. He listened eagerly as I wined and let out all the pain I had. I was thankful that he was there for me though I know that he was hurting himself.

I also realized that Ferdz and I are really popular in school. Most of the English Faculty asked me where in the world he is. One professor who called us the “University Couple” was startled when he saw me thrice alone. The whole lounge ‘barkada’ was curious about what happened to us. I told them that Ferdz had his time of the month. Tinotopak in short.

But after a few days of enduring his weirdness and mood swings, we were okay. I was the one who apologized as always because I found out that he has family problems. What can I do? I can’t figure a life without him. He’s someone that I picture myself to be with for long—not romantically—I know only a few will understand, so to those who can, cheers!

We met last Friday. I definitely missed him. He had a lot to tell me. Of course, tiniis nya ko for three long weeks. We had a lot of catching up to do. Everything is forgiven and forgotten. That’s what friends do.