“WHEN LOVE STRIKES"

                Back when I was young, I've had lots of experiences. But I’ll start with how my parents raised me. My parents, just like the typical ones, were strict. They never let me play outside for hours or not play at all. They always keep me from going out for they fear that I might hurt myself, or get hurt from others. They' scold me whenever I hurt my knees. They've been like that until I graduated from elementary. That, maybe, was the reason why I act and move manly; I practically become a lesbian when I was in grade six. I've courted girls and pursued them; I've had 3 girl-to-girl relationships.

When I entered high school, I eventually became a girl and more lady-like, because that was when I met my first love. All that happened between us was like a “whirlwind” love story. We didn't get a formal relationship because none of us had a stand to bring our understanding one step higher, we just had this “mutual understanding“ which never lasted just like the same old story that happened in many. He was my first love and my first heartbreak. I had it when I found out that he’s courting another girl, which was the “famous flirt” in our school. It hurt me like hell because it was my first time. Just when I finished first year, I transferred to another school to mend my so-called broken heart.

            I started getting lonelier than ever, I always talk about him with my new-found friends. That simply explains that I still haven't moved on. My “moving on” mission did not succeed for the next year; he transferred to the same school I'm in. He acted like nothing happened between us and that hurts. He always says “hi” to me whenever we bump into each other. I don't know if it’s really fate who’s playing with me because on our senior year, our room were just next into each other which definitely means that we'll see each other more often. He continued greeting me whenever he sees me and made friends with me. Yes, we became friends and that made me happier compared to the previous years. We became very close to each other and then he courted me. Oh well! I was shocked and surprised which left me dumbfounded for a while. It never did crossed my mind that he would do that, but nonetheless it made me shiver and even gave me goose bumps. I was so happy that I even told my parents about it. As expected they objected, they let me choose; "that" or my studies. And of course, I chose my studies. It pained me when I told him and witnessed how pain paints onto his handsome face. But it can’t be helped for I am too young to engage with it and if we really are meant for each other, we'll be together, in time.