It was my first love confession. It was a Monday evening when I rode with my best friend on his motorcycle to my girl’s house. As we were getting closer to the house, I saw her uncle standing outside, so I told my best friend to drive faster so that the uncle would not see me. But I was spotted anyhow so we stopped. Her uncle interrogated me for almost half an hour before calling my girl to face me. We were at their porch, we talked for almost three hours, we talked about our happy moments in high school, in college, our experiences, changes, and finally, we arrived at my most awaited part, the confession. At first I was hesitant to say the words, but because of the time pressure, the rain, and her aunt singing a romantic Filipino song in their living room before us, I was compelled to say that I love her. At first, she didn’t want to answer it but I still continued chatting with her. In the end I told her that it was my last visit, and if ever she won’t accept me, I will never go back to our place again because I have no reason to come back if not for her. I don’t know if it pressured her so much that she instantly said yes, and that answer felt like an angel blessed me for eternity. I was so happy that I wanted to shout but I couldn’t utter a word, I wanted to jump but I couldn’t move. I really can’t describe how I felt that time, it was an overflowing joy and my heart was pumping so much blood. I held her hands and I couldn’t breathe. I did not notice the time until my insistent best friend interrupted and told me that it was already time for us to go home because he was very sleepy. My girl wished me good luck and safety as we depart. It was the most memorable night of my life.
Nel A. Paronda
Nel A. Paronda
