NOTE-This story that I'm about to share here isn't mine I just saw it somewhere years ago and saw it yesterday again. I just translated some words since it was written in a dialect from my country. and I just thought of sharing it here.
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DAMAY-DAMAY na this hahaha.

#CMUSFPen

He is my boyfriend.

His part time job is writing stories; basically an author. Having an author as a boyfriend is a privilege, he understand me perfectly. he created solutions to our problems and that's why we lasted for years.

We met at jollibee, typical story. There weren't many vacant seats and tables at that time. and then I spotted his seat and he wasn't with anyone at that moment so he offered me to sit with him. And after that we became friends. he said he was an author to a publishing house.

We created a friendly atmosphere and eventually we shared our secrets. He likes chocolates, he loves cats more than dogs. He hates cockroaches and loves ham and eggs.

He even confessed through a story about me catching his eye on jollibee eating stupidly like theres no tomorrow. And he courted me on our second year and I've returned the favor when we were third year. We had our moments, we drink together, we go to beach together and sometimes we just sit next to each other and simply watch the stars.

I remembered he said that "I love you and will always be."

He continued writing stories and I'm his number one reader slash editor. We traveled to have his research, to expand his knowledge. We had our typical saturday night date. We had a perfect relationship. But there's no such thing as perfect relationship.

The day on our second anniversary, you mailed me a document containing our story. The story where you confessed, and eventually we wrote there our moments even our simple talks. You and me was the protagonist and there's no antagonist.

I was shocked when you continued our story but I didnt expect it.

"The author loves his girl so much, but another girl comes and stole his heart away. He left his girl and chase another bird with beautiful feathers and together they fly and soar high leaving the girl he left behind."

That time my knees trembled and my mouth opened in exasperation. Mixed emotions flooded my brain. My tears suddenly falls, I didn't know what to do or what to believe that time. But it was your gmail account who mailed me. That alone polished the possibility that it was you who sent me the document.

It was our story, there's no way he will give me this crap. That time my tears flowed like an endless waterfall, but my heart continued to create a possibility that this is just a prank.

I ran outside, search for him everywhere. In College Park, Sampaguita, Market, Lawaan, Full Bright, Skaters Ring, Library, UCC and Agri Main which is our college. But he was not even there. I was desperate.

My mind pointed out another possibility. I immediately rode the multicab and went there, to the place where we first met, and my girly instinct did not fail me.

He was there at jollibee with someone else. My eyes watered and my hands gone cold. I cried solemn tears. That time I accepted defeat, I know that it is over for us. That night I broke up with you and you did not even gave me a reasonable explanation.

I went home, to our dorm and cried helplessly. Then I opened my phone and entered words in our forsaken love story.

"The author loves his girl so much, but another girl comes and stole his heart away. He left his girl and chase another bird with beautiful feathers and together they fly and soar high leaving the girl he left behind.

The girl he left behind did not falter, for which it made her stronger. To the author he loves so dearly; continue your bidding and create your happy ending."

After I typed the words I immediately mailed it to him. The waters in my eyes blocked my sight, I was crying.

After how many months I finally graduated, not with flying colors but atleast. After all the sleepless nights I experienced, I moved on. It was the past and I learned from it.

I know you graduated too with flying colors. After we broke up we lost communication.

Ff. After 2 years I found another man we are currently planning our wedding. I'm happy that time but...

It was when my heart sank. You mailed me containing our story, but it was longer.

"The author loves his girl so much, but another girl comes and stole his heart away. He left his girl and chase another bird with beautiful feathers and together they fly and soar high leaving the girl he left behind.

The girl he left behind did not falter, for which it made her stronger. To the author he loves so dearly; continue your bidding and create your happy ending.

For the author needs to leave out of her life, for he doesn't have much time left. A risky surgery will take on and the author will not know whether he lives or forever be swept.

He watched his girl taken away by another man, loved by another. His heart broken but not his emotions toward her. The feeling he has for the girl will be forever in his heart even relinquished by the grave."

That time my heart was torn, I didn't know. I'm sorry I didn't believe in you, I wanst there when you needed me the most. I'm sorry.

Babe 5 years had passed since I received the mail. But my agony still lives.

To the author whom I love, the pen and your words will forever be in my heart.