Five years is way too long for us to achieve such continuous relationship. Hardly believe it but we made it. I don’t know who exerts effort more between the two of us though. It’s as if the love was lessening you may quote. Yeah, probably you’re partially right. Truth is, I don’t know if I love him still. No, don’t get me wrong. I love my boyfriend… but I guessed I’m being swallowed by the reality that we’re miles away from each other, thus, creating a realm of inquisitions and curiosities. Will this last? Is it still working? Is faith for real? Please… Don’t ask me.

We’ve been classmates since high school days. He’s name is Alden but fondly calls by everybody as “Den”. He’s my mother’s favorite child in our town and I do not know why. Maybe because he is respectful in every manner and I can’t disapprove that. Many times, he’ll walk my mother home while carrying those groceries she bought. Sometimes, he’ll run an errand for my father. And he is undeniably close to my only sib-my brother. As matter of fact, he’s sleeping on the latter’s room every weekends. Huh! What a close family ties they’ve got! Yes, he’s well-accepted and treated as a member of our family. They love him so much that I’m becoming jealous of him at that time. I was left behind and neglected. I just consoled my self on the thought and what I had planned to do someday: to eradicate him in our family.

Years became aged, so as we. We’re college students now. And something is changed-our relationship. And through my distinct analysis about certain things, I notice something peculiar about him-about his doings precisely. He’s now aware of my existence! (An achievement for me) Why is that so?.. because during our teenyboppers, he’s not even glimpsing on my way. He treated me like a ghost for so long and for unknown reasons! But at this moment, the world turned upside down. Almost always, he’s making me mad, driving me crazy and always bullying me now through his oh-so-corny-jokes. I’ll then frown and he’ll just laugh. Everyday, my life is as mess as my drawer because of his presence. He’s annoying… really irritating. Obviously, I don’t like him. I actually hate him for being so rude. He’s a mum who transformed into a “feeling-close being”. Duh! How pathetic…