We were on our way home from our man-date in Tagaytay when we arrived on an intersection.
The light was red. We stopped.
It was an awkward moment. The first time we went out after the big friendship fallout. Save for the music playing on the radio, we just kept silent. Everything that need be said, was said. Except for that one thing.
“How did you feel when I told you I love you?” I asked.
Joy laughed. This was the first time we talked about it, since we became friends again. I thought the topic was taboo, as there was too much drama that happened after the huge revelation.
"Honestly bro, I felt betrayed. During that time, ang bigat ng loob ko diba, with the whole break-up thing, and ikaw yung isa sa mga nagbibigay lakas sakin nun. And then you had to do that."
He was already moving on when that incident happened. He was going out on dates again. I thought that I was losing him. And one drunken evening I made the mistake of texting him how I felt.
But he didn't have to know that. It's all over. Behind us. What we're doing, why we went out is rebuilding the friendship. It's been two years since we last saw each other, there's no need for drama.
"I'm sorry," I ended.
He smiled. Punched me in the arm and stepped on the gas. "Don't worry about it."
Suddenly, it's not awkward anymore.
There are two guys that I write alot about here in my blog. One's of course "my kid." And the other one is Joy.
To those who are new here, Joy was the one who got away. The love that was not meant to be (well he's straight, that's why). The friend I almost lost. One of my best friends.
He celebrated his birthday yesterday, so here I am posting my tribute to him.
Belated Happy Birthday my friend!!!
2 weeks ago