Better left unsaid

You never told me you loved me.

I mean, I heard about the time when you smashed that window over me.

Yes, they told me about that.

You were so drunk that you opened up and told our friends that you were having a hard time dealing with what you felt for me.

So, you took it out on the window.

Poor Carlo, he had to pay the landlady big bucks.

You knew I felt the same way, too.

But you never did anything about it.

Then again, neither did I.

Then, I met another guy. We fell in love.

You were the first one I told.

You were devastated, I could tell.

But, you embraced me anyway and wished me well.

Years passed.

We saw each other now and then.

But, I would always make sure not to bring him along when I knew you’d be there.

Which worked out for the best because, after four years, he cheated on me.

And you said if you knew what he looked like you would kill him.

I never doubted you for a moment.

Then you kissed me.

Our very first kiss.

It was soft at first, then moist, and finally, raw.

For the first time, you weren’t afraid to show me how you felt.

But I was.

This is wrong, I thought.

But, like any other mistake, it felt right.

I backed down.

Now, I must admit, I wish I hadn’t.

I never heard from you since then.

Until…

“Hey, you busy this Sunday?”

“Who’s this, please?”

“Awww, right through the heart!”

That line.

Reality Bites. Our favorite movie.

It could only be you.

I was ecstatic.

“I’m never busy for you.”

“Great! I want you to be the Ninang of my daughter… I told my wife so much about you, she can’t wait to meet you.”

I bit my lower lip. Too hard, I realized, because a droplet of rustic blood stained the receiver.

I accepted, of course.

But, almost too happily.

Feigned. Artificial. Contrived.

Then I met them – your girls.

I was surprised to have felt only one thing – happiness.

Sure it was bittersweet.

But, then I saw your eyes.

They were glowing.
You seemed content.

Then I realized what they meant – some things are better left unsaid.