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In novels and romantic movies, the hero or heroine use up the whole story line because they want to find someone who completes them. In reality, my mom taught me otherwise. Now you have to understand that my mom and I don’t usually talk about love, we just love to watch sappy stories on the television. But one day, I just had a big fight with my boyfriend. My family knew about it, because the next day after our fight, my eyes were swelling from crying. Suddenly, the afternoon that they learned about the fight, my mom called me into their room. She asked a few questions, and I answered honestly. Then she said something that I never forgot since that day. She said:

“Before you begin thinking about getting in a relationship, you have to be complete. You don’t have to search the whole world for that one person who’d complete you. Because when that person eventually leaves, you’d be devastated because you thought that you were complete with him. No. You should find happiness with yourself, not with others. Because when you do, nothing and no one can take that away from you. You shouldn’t find someone to complete you. You have to find someone who compliments your completeness.”

And I smiled when she said that, because it was true. Most relationships now a day are too dependent on one another, looking for that romance that we see in movies. We see our loved one as someone who can make us happier than we’ve ever been in our life, not knowing that that happiness begins with you; when we depend ourselves on our special someone, we being to raise expectations. And when they fail to fulfil it, we accuse them of not being enough. This is where the fights normally start. You start blaming each other for not being happy enough, then the both of you drift apart. It’s just sometimes sad that this happens, when we could have done things by being happy ourselves. Happiness and being complete starts with accepting who you are. 🙂

Land of mirrors

As reality shrinks into a dark abyss, I find myself in an empty void. I forget everything; my name, my age, the things around me. It is as if I was born again, into a world that I can create with my mind. And in my mind, I am a baby; an innocent bag of flesh, just waiting to conquer the world with the secret insanity that I held myself with. I am pampered, and I have my family hanging at my every babble and talk. As I stagger and begin to walk, my parents held my hand. Soon enough, I began to walk on my own, eat on my own, and I begin to not depend on my family on every little thing. I fell asleep on my own bed, thinking of how cool it would be when I grow up, unbound to the chains of my parents.

As I open my eyes, I see little children running around, without a care of the world. I join them, and I become part of their world. For a moment, I do not care about everything else. I only have these children, carefree and untouched by the sore reality of the flesh world. I stay with them for a while, and I laugh so loud that some people would call me indiscreet. Then in a blink of an eye, the little kids were gone. I find myself alone again, walking along the depths, not knowing where to go. What I do know is that I have to follow my bare feet, which were having cuts and bruises because of the small rocks I stumbled upon. The strength of my sole was tested, and though I winced and cried a time or two, I kept going, excited to learn what else is in the depths of my mind.

Then I found myself in a room full of mirrors; mirrors of different shapes, of different lengths. In each mirror, I looked different. In some mirrors I was tall, in some mirrors, I was small. In some I was a blur and some I looked as naked as a new born baby. I felt stripped, I felt judged, and I ran away as fast as I could. But I could never run from them and the more farther I ran more mirrors appeared in front of me. Then I stopped and looked at myself. As I studied my body, I saw that it was developing. My mind too, was more open, more developed in a way.

I was then put in a box, a box filled with facts and numbers and the proper grammar. I was taught this way and that, and my mind grew bigger and stronger. I had developed reasoning and judgement, and when I did I saw mirrors of other people, and I began to see them from a different view. I criticized most of them, some I envied. I wanted to be a part of their world, a part of their group. I tried my best to fit in the mirrors; I even changed my structure and the way I was. I found myself squeezing in, desperately trying to be the same with the plane of their life. But no matter how I tried, I was different. After a while, I got tired. I haven’t seen my reflection every since I was fascinated by trying to be one of the people. And so I searched and searched through the mirrors, but I could not find the reflection of me. I began to wonder what I looked like, if I looked like the people I criticized. I became mad, insane, driven into finding the mirror that held my face. I began to break every glass, and I stopped looking at other people. I got bruised and hurt, and I got scars everywhere. I was laughed at and judged, but I broke all the mirrors, knowing I had nothing to lose. And then, at the end of everything, I saw a lone mirror, standing proud and unmoved. I stopped, as my sanity returned. My heart began pounding like a maniac on drugs, and I saw my reflection in the mirror. And I hated what I saw. I was disgusted as I saw a young woman, who looked at everywhere but herself. I realized that the more I envied other people, the more I wanted to be a part of their world I didn’t have time to create my world.

And so I started over. I picked up myself, and got my head on straight. I took a part of my mirror, so I won’t forget how I looked like. As new mirrors replaced old ones, I began not to care about them. I put my head up, and began to walk on my own. I heard whispers and taunts and names that ridiculed me, I tried my best not to care. I became stronger and mightier, able to stand on my own two feet. I learned that the things I learned in the “box” could never be enough to be able to be on my own in the land of mirrors. And at one point, I saw my own reflection again. It was on another mirror, and as I checked the small piece from my own mirror, I saw it was an almost perfect match as how I saw myself. It was a brighter mirror, with more colours and it sparkled. I smiled and I twirled at my reflection, and I felt comfortable. Low and behold, the mirror became a man. He smiled at me, and made me laugh. And he walked with me through life. And as I began to regain my consciousness, I saw a mirror in his eyes. It was the same reflection before he turned into a man, a reflection of who I was in his eyes. As reality pinched me back into its cruelty, I held in my heart the memory of the land of the mirrors.

growing old with you ♥

The wind blows and my grey hair flutters toward its direction. I sit on our tree house with a hot cup of tea, passing the time. I look at our house, and I feel the familiarity and warmth it gave. I hear you come up,and you smile at me. In 4 slow steps you walk up to me, and kiss me passionately. You catch me off guard, making me drop my tea unto the floor. Then you show me a single yellow rose from our garden. Freshly cut. And we sit in the house, avoiding the hot tea on the floor.

Then we laugh at the times when we fought about meaningless things, and almost cried at those moments when we almost gave up on each other. Then you urge me to dance, and we dance through the silence, letting our hearts decide the song. You hum to me our favorite song, and you kiss my forehead like you always do. Then we lay down on our inflatable bed, a bed filled with countless memories of making love, playing pretend with the kids, and just sleeping side by side. We simply hold hands, wondering how our eldest is with her work, and how Junior is with his new baby. And then we would just stare at each other, eyes scanning every wrinkle, every scar that has marked our times together. We could see our smile lines, for the endless years of laughter.

Then, as it were synchronized, we kiss each other. Just a smack. Then we hug each other, enveloping each other with our infinite love. You tell me “I’d never forget that moment when I first saw you. And I will relish with you this last.” You kiss my forehead, and we say “I love you” at the same time. And then we die together, hands and bodies intertwined, peacefully, lovingly. The perfect end, to an imperfect life. 🙂

The light

CHAPTER 1

For the nth time, Jack and I broke up. It’s the third time this month, so many times before that and I think I’m getting tired of him. It’s his ego again, just because he became student president doesn’t mean he can boss me around. Our last conversation went this way:

“Would you please grow up Taylor and just carry my bag to the gym without all that whining?” he said.

I replied with a frustrated “Well why can’t you just carry this stupid bag so you won’t hear my whining?”

“Stop being so childish Taylor. I can’t be seen carrying a bag as the new student body president”

He shot me a look of irritation, and I wanted to whack him in the head so that he can remember who his campaign manager was. Who made his ridiculous posters? Who edited his corny speech? So I answered back “If that’s the way it’s going to be then I’m tired of carrying around your luggage!”

I turned around and started to walk away when he ran after me and said

“I’m sorry Tay. I’m such a dork. Come on babe.” I felt like I was about to vomit, he knows how I dread being called babe. So I looked at him in the eye, and said

“Don’t you dare call me anymore. I need space from your ego.”

So I left, and as I walked away, feeling triumphant, and I suddenly felt that I needed someone else, that our relationship was getting nowhere.

The days that came after “the fight”, I tried to focus on other things other than Jake. Like trying to find a new guy. But heck, how can I if I see him at class every day, see him during student council meetings, and we have to ride the very same bus ride home. He’s so annoying! He keeps on texting me like a freak and keeps tagging me on Facebook with his corny poems. When we’re on the bus, he keeps on staring at me. I told him to get the hell out of my life, but he keeps on holding on. He sent me a corny “I’m sorry” message through text, with flowery words, and I just had to delete the message. Gross. He knows I hate public displays or even private display of affection.

Ahhhh…. A new guy. Cute, nice and doesn’t have a trace of a big ego. But, I keep forgetting his name. Was it Drake something? I don’t know and I couldn’t care less. I just need someone to distract me from Jack’s big ego. And maybe I’d find someone for the long run who is able to keep up with my crazy antics.

“Can’t we work this out? Please? It’s been a month.” ah. That was Jack, actually BEGGING. Ha-ha. Maybe I could give him another…NAH! Let him suffer. He saw me earlier with Mark, I mean John, I mean Ted! I’m not keeping track of my dates. His face was all red and a bit of green with a bit of blue. So he looked like an almost rainbow. Ha-ha. Served him right.

He’s becoming more desperate. He called me at my house, then he started saying sorry for all the things he did wrong. He actually had a LIST. The time we first broke up because he mispronounced my name when he dedicated me a song during prom was my favourite. He said “Thailor”. Everyone laughed while I went up the stairs and let him eat the tulip he gave me. Served him right. Then, when he wore that ridiculous t-shirt I told him never to wear when we went out. I mocked him openly all the way home. I hated it because it said:” I’m with my honey pie” I told him, “Are you that stupid? You’re so gay!” Then we broke up. Still we manage to get back together. This fight was the longest record so far, a month and a half. Huh. I kind of miss him.

After a week, he was so sweet to me, and I keep on telling him to stop sending me stupid poems. He kept on keeping it on places where other people could read it. I tried to pretend not to see it, but after classes, I always go back to the classroom and get them. He’s such an idiot. But he’s a real cute idiot.

It reminds me how we first met, during one of those fun runs that aren’t really fun. They just use the money for the school, and we benefit from it because we get exercise, blah.blah.blah. We were both freshmen at that time, and I was just recovering from my gothic stage. When I saw him I naturally thought that he would have a girlfriend. Blonde hair, gorgeous looks, big ego, and a great body. But curiously enough, he didn’t. So while I was “running”, I didn’t notice my shoelaces were untied. So, Mr. Blonde here stepped on my laces, causing me to fall. He didn’t hear me when I called out to him because he was too busy listening to music. I threw a rock at him, and that got his attention. He ran back to me and said

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? You’re the one stepping on shoelaces!”

“Maybe if you tied them, then I wouldn’t have stepped on them.”

I never thought that through, so I didn’t say anything. Then he noticed my bruised leg. When I tried to get up I noticed my sprained ankle, and I limped. Then he held me and said:

“Here, let me help you towards the paramedics.”

“It’s not your fault remember?”

“Yeah, but I just don’t want you creating a mess over the race.”

I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. Finally I gave in and let him take me to the van. He left me alone after that, but I couldn’t forget the way he wanted to get away from me as fast as he could.

He wants to talk to me in person. Oh my gosh. I hate confrontation, especially with him because he knows how to make my knees bend. He’s that good. His friends looked like grinning freaks, and they actually stayed at the side so that they could hear what Jack and I are going to talk about.

“Taylor, don’t you love me anymore?” he first asked me.

I love you dork, I just can’t tell you. I thought.

“Why, does it matter?” I blurted out.

“Because, I love you Taylor, more than anyone else.” he looked serious, I wanted to laugh at him. But I suppress the urge, and replied

“Why me?”

He stared at me, and then replied

“Because you give me every reason to. You hate all my stuff, but you still love me. You”

I cut him off “How sure are you that I love you?”

“Don’t interrupt please,” I had to close my mouth as he continued.

“You want me to focus all my attention on you, you even moved my basketball practice on days that you’re too lazy to hang out with me. You like to push my friends away because you say they’re too clingy.” This comment made his eavesdropping friends give me an angry look. “You always have this talent of making a beautiful day ugly because you want that you’re the only beautiful thing I see.” I smiled at that, but I had to quickly erase it so he wouldn’t see it. Sadly, it was too late. “Did you just smile?” he asked, showing his own smile. “No I did not.” I tried not to laugh, because I sounded like I was flirting with him. “Aha! You did smile!” We both laughed this time, and he hugged me. Did I have to remind him I hate displays of affection? But, I needed to hug him back, because I really missed his antics. We’re back to this, again.

The next day, we went to the mall so I could buy him something decent when he comes to meet my parents this weekend. I threw away all his shirt and jeans leaving his bedroom a mess. “Come on, your parents won’t judge me because of how I look like. They’ll love me like you did”

I raised my brow at him and said “You’re right. I DID love you. Right before you said that last comment.”

He laughed and said,

“How can I even pay for all if these? I quit from my job last month.”

I took out my wallet and took out a credit card. “That’s because you’re so lazy. I’ll pay.”

He peered at the card and said “Hey, that’s your dad’s credit card.” I told him to shush, and then paid for the stupid clothes.

I drove him home, and on the way, the car suddenly stopped. I checked the gas meter, and saw that it was empty.

“Jack, come here. Why the hell is the gas tank empty? Didn’t I tell you to fill it up?!”

He looked at me and said “No. You never said anything.”

I shot him the look that said ‘are you that irresponsible?’ I sat quietly in the car, trying to give him the cold shoulder.

“Hey, are you ok?” he asked when he sat beside me. He got out again, got something from the back of the trunk. It was some kind of jug, and then he walked to the front trunk and filled up the gas tank. I stared at the gas meter going up, almost full. He got back inside, and then told me to turn on the car. Miraculously, the car started, and he closed the trunk.

“Are we okay now?”

he asked as we drove back to his house. I kissed him lightly on his cheek then I started complaining about how the car was so small and that I needed him to buy me a new car for my birthday so I won’t kiss anyone else. He smiled, looked at me and held my hand.

“Hey, I’m driving, you want me to veer into an accident coz you’re holding my hand? Geez.” I shrugged off his hand and smiled.

That’s just me and jack, hot and cold, yes and no. I drive him crazy, but he drives me crazier in love. We’re the almost perfect couple, and the almost disaster couple, but we still love each other still.

But lately something has been bothering me. I can’t avoid it, and I’m afraid Jack would see it through me. I can’t fight it, and it’s irreversible. I can’t tell Jack yet, but I will. Eventually.

CHAPTER 2

“Seriously man? Why can’t you just loose that girl? She’s so bossy!” I should have been used to Nathan’s comments about Taylor, but lately he’s been talking about her more often. “She makes you look like her maid or something. You need to take power man. You’re the new student council president; you don’t need a girl like her.” That was the final straw. I love having Taylor boss me around, but when my friends say it’s too much, I just can’t bear the thought of looking like my girlfriend’s maid.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Taylor came with me to the gym earlier. On the way, I kept thinking about my conversation with Nathan that I took it out on Taylor, big mistake. The next thing I knew, she was screaming at me and she was starting to walk away. I ran after her, but she gave me the stare that could have sunk titanic’s ship. I apologized a million times, but she just pushed me away. STUPID! Note to self never listen to single people!

I told my pals about it, but instead of helping me find a way to get back with Taylor, they celebrated. They bought beer and chips and told me it was bachelor night.

“Leave me alone man. I love Taylor.”

I stood up and began to leave. I know those boys will forgive me someday, but I wasn’t so sure about Taylor doing the same. I need to step up the game.

The next few days, I kept a safe distance from Taylor, but still I can’t seem to avoid her. It’s like destiny is pushing me to her. So, I started sending her small poems, making my Facebook statuses obvious so that she was sure to see it. But what do I get? Being pushed away farther. I need to woo her again.

I just bought Taylor a new bracelet to replace the one she threw at me during class earlier. It got shattered into pieces, like she actually cut the pieces herself. It had our initials, so I had another one made just like it. As I headed out of the jewellery store, I saw Taylor waking on the other alley with another guy. I stared at them as she got to the guy’s car. Blood rushed to my head, and I felt dizzy. That guy doesn’t have any right to be with her! He hasn’t gone through all the humiliation she made him go through just to prove he really loved her. I’ll get her back.

It was only a 3 years ago when I first met Taylor and it was definitely NOT love at first sight. She was gothic then, still finding her true identity. She was so tough, so lonesome. She loved black, and every day she liked to get mad at someone. She was still struggling because her parents just had a divorce and I was trying my best to avoid her. It wasn’t until last year, when she bloomed into someone else. She began talking and actually communicating to other people. She began to wear other colours, and began participating in different activities.

Then the guys dared me to ask her out. I recently broke up with my ex, and they wanted me to try someone else. It went great at first, but then she found out it was all a dare, and tried to break it off. But then I already grew attached to her, and begged her to stay. But then she began to act weird, always paranoid that I didn’t love her. She became someone else again, she began to always test my patience and piss me off. But I grew more in love with her that I couldn’t bear the thought of my life without her. Every time we broke up, I always try to lower my pride and be the one to say sorry. But this break up was killing me, shredding my very being when I can’t spend a day without her. I need her back.

After almost 2 months, she still wouldn’t budge. She still couldn’t forget everything I’ve ever done. She actually made a blog about all the words I always mispronounce and misspell. Then she started writing about all these guys she’s been dating, all whom made me vomit at every cheesy description. I knew she didn’t write the entry as she hates cheesy words. She’s just trying to make me jealous. And why would this pretty face of mine be jealous of some rebound guy? Ha. (Hide jealous streak)

One night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I dialled Taylor’s number and waited for her to pick up. When she did, I took out my old notebook and started saying sorry for all the things I’ve done wrong. After the confession that actually lasted two hours, she finally got her turn to talk. “What are you trying to say here jack? That we need each other? Because we’re perfectly imperfect? That we still love each other even though we make mistakes? I don’t need this drama” then the line went dead. I don’t know what else to do or say to her. I miss her badly.

My friends cajoled me into going to blind dates, trying to help get my mind off Taylor. Last night was a disaster, as I realized later that I sounded like the needy boyfriend. A needy EX-boyfriend. There was this one girl, Cris, who was a complete opposite of Taylor. She actually loved romance, liked reading books and didn’t spend too much time on technology. She was so nice at first, but kissing her was like kissing a dead body. She was a bit conservative when it came to a simple kiss, and doesn’t like being messy. I missed being snuggled up with, though I get my ribs hit, at least Taylor knew how to kiss. Huh. I miss her more.

I felt guilty about dating someone else even though I still loved Taylor, so the next few weeks, I wanted to go personal again with her. I sent her short poems, in places she was sure to notice. But she always seems to have the upper hand, always trying to find a way to avoid my poems. Huh. But I guess someone else is enjoying my poems. Because every time I go to the classroom to take back the poems, they were always missing. Good thing someone appreciates my poetry.

“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of her NOW. You’ve been with her for almost a year, you know her.” Against all their will, my friends told me to try to get back with Taylor, like I haven’t tried that one before. They say confront her face to face, that they’d be there behind my back. Ugh. I sent one of them to tell Taylor I needed to talk to her. She agreed. Maybe she thought of finally telling me I don’t have a chance anymore. Here she comes. And there my heart goes. Relax, I tell myself.

I tell her everything I needed to say, with all honesty, though it was awkward with my friends around. During my big speech, I caught her smiling. My heart did a leap. At last, I thought, my one and a half month of torture is over. She’s so cute when she denies she just smiled. My friends told me to kiss her already, but I just gave her a hug instead. Save the kiss for later.

That night, we went out to celebrate our anniversary. Did I mention that our anniversary was today? Well, Taylor still wanted to celebrate it, even though there’s a 2 month gap. She said “It’s still the same. We got back together, it’s not like you asked me out on a first date.” We went to this new restaurant in town, and bribed the receptionist because we “forgot” to make a reservation.

“So, what do you want to eat?” I asked her.

“You first.” she said, still looking at the menu. The waiter came and I gave our orders.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t finished choosing my order? What did you just tell that waiter?” she said, looking mad and confused at the same time.

“I didn’t have to wait for you to tell me. I know you wanted the chicken” I knew it was her favourite, and I saw her features relax.

“Thanks.” she said with a smile.

The night went great so far, and after dinner, we went home coz she needed sleep for school tomorrow. “Thanks for a great night Jack. Although the chicken was a little dry and the gravy tasted like a thousand years, I still enjoyed it.”

I held her chin and gave her a goodnight kiss. I will love you forever, the kiss said.

“Whoa.” she exhaled after the kiss.

“I’d say. That was the best kiss so far.”

She looked at me and said, “Why, have you kissed that much girls?” she raised her brow as I jokingly replied,

“Yeah. But you’re the only one who’ll kiss me where I never want to stop.”

She punched me lightly on the face and went inside.

“I love you.” I said as she closed their door. I jumped in happiness that I almost tripped and land on a dog’s waste. Ha-ha. Small price to pay for the happiness I’ve just felt.

A week later, she took me out shopping, after she almost destroyed my room looking for new clothes. While we were cruising around, I bumped into someone. It was Cris. Taylor was in the rest room, so it gave us time to talk.

“So, how are you?” I asked. Her face looked like it aged a bit, and it was obvious she was crying.

“What’s wrong?” I had to ask.

She started crying, and said between sobs,

“You know how frustrating it is, to spend a great week with someone, then you never call them back?Then you see them with another girl, just having the time of their life?”

Then, I suddenly remembered that I told her I’ll call her, but I didn’t actually mean it.

“Look, I’m sorry Cris.” I said, trying not to sound shallow.

“Why did you even kiss me if it meant nothing to you?”

I stared at my shoes and said “I’m sorry. I just got back with my girlfriend. I…”

Taylor came from behind my back, saying “let’s go Jack. Uh, who are YOU?”

Cris nodded at me and walked away. “Well she was rude. Who was that Jack?”

My gaze followed Cris’ steps, as she sobbed.

“Why was she crying?” I looked at her.

“I don’t know. She was definitely weird.”

She looked at me with suspicion in her eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t know her at all?”

I smiled at her and said, “I’m sure.”

After the party at her parents’ house, Taylor wanted to go to the park for the rest of the afternoon. I waited downstairs while she went upstairs to change. She came down five minutes later, light make up on and wearing a yellow dress. I’ve never seem her this pretty. She’s always been beautiful to me, but she looked like a princess that any guy would be proud to show off to the world.

“You look so beautiful” I told her when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Thanks. You know I don’t wear this often.”

I nodded as we went outside. During the car ride to town, she sat quiet, like she’s thinking about something.

“You ok?” I asked her.

“Um, yeah” she still looked sad, and when I held her hand, it was so cold.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” I asked her again.

She nodded as she stared out the window.

CHAPTER 3

I sit here in Jack’s car, looking like a fool in a yellow dress. I try not to make it obvious that something’s bothering me, but he seems to notice. He always seems to know what’s up. Huh. I wonder what he is thinking about this very moment. I try to be as behaved as I could possibly do, and it wasn’t so hard to do. I just keep on opening and closing his windows and turning off and on the air-conditioner of the car. Huh. Say something, whispered to myself.

“Did you say something?” He said, glancing this way. Huh. He knows me too well!

“Uh, nothing. I just hope it doesn’t rain” I’ve been staring outside, and the skies were growing darker.

“Want to go home?” he asked, reading my concern about the weather.

“It’s ok. Maybe it will go away later.”

As we got out of the car, I got out my umbrella and started walking towards him.

“Are you sure you still want to take a walk? I mean, we could always come here another time.”

He watched the gray clouds coming in, so I answered

“Yeah. I need a breather.” He smiled at me and said

“Feeling weird seeing your parents in one roof?” I looked at him, and nodded. We were by a big tree now, with a bench adjacent to it.

“Want to sit down?” he laid his jacket on the bench, as we both sat down.

“What’s wrong? I know something’s on your mind. What is it?”

he looked at me intently as he waited for my answer. Ugh, why can’t I tell him?

“I have something important to tell you,” He seemed to hold his breath as he waited for what I had to say.

“Jack, I’m sick.” he stared at me and asked

“What do you mean sick? You look fine to me.”

his voice was full of concern. Ugh. I feel so guilty for pouring this to him! I looked into his eyes and said

“I have an irremovable brain tumour. And, I don’t have much time.”

The tears started to flow, while he took the news in.

Then, he started saying things like “What do you mean brain tumour? Like cancer?”

I nodded. The tears have flowed more.

“What do you mean you don’t have much time? Are you saying you’re leaving me in this earth dwelling, looking for lost love?”

I couldn’t stop giggling from his statement, putting poetry in the things he say.

“What? You think I’m being funny?”

I nudged his chin up with my elbow and said

“I love you Jack. You know that?” tears started to flow again.

He drew me to his arms and said

“I love you too Tay.”

he pulled me closer for a kiss, just in time before the rain started pouring in.

CHAPTER 4

“I’ll be here for you Taylor. Don’t worry.”

I assured her before she went in for chemotherapy.

Taylor’s been crying since last week since she told me she had a ‘sickness’. It’s been frustrating to always see her cry, but I needed to be there for her.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m afraid about you; maybe you’ll get mixed up with a sex change patient for wandering around the hospital”

She joked.

“That’s the Taylor I know.” I thought aloud.

“What did you think? You’ve been dating someone else?”

she said in her sassy voice.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek right before the doctor came in. She gave my hand a squeeze and said

“Don’t go wandering to some other girl’s room okay?” she gave me a teasing smile as she got wheeled away.

It’s been two hours; I’m still lying here in the hospital waiting for Jack. I kept texting him, but he doesn’t reply. Where is he? I try to relax as the doctor instructed, but Jack’s been keeping me worried. I fell asleep because of the medicine. I wonder where Jack is.

“Shhh. She’s sleeping you guys. Don’t make too much noise.”

I gathered all of Taylor’s friends and cousins for the past two hours. We decorate her room while she slept, looking like she’s been worried or something.

A while later, she woke up, “Surprise!” Her face lit up and she smiled. I came round her bed and kissed her head.

“Sorry I kept you waiting. Your friends were hard to find.”

she gave a small nod, and took in the sight if the room. It was full of get well soon balloons, flowers and pictures. Tears swelled in her eyes as I gave her a rose.

“Really Jack? A rose? How unoriginal can you be?”

everyone laughed as she sat up, arranging the flowers in the vase on the dresser.

“Thanks everyone.”

After everyone left, Jack stayed for the night. He’s been so sweet to me, and I’m learning to appreciate everything he’s doing for me. It painfully makes me wonder what his life would be if I… Well, whatever his future will hold, I hope it will be the one I never experienced. Any guy would have left me in a heartbeat on knowing that I’m dying, but he stayed through. He’s sleeping now, his hands on my bed, and I try to reach for the remote from the table in front of me. One move woke him up and he reached for the remote as if he knew what I was reaching for, like he read my mind or something, weird. Or maybe he was going for the remote, but then he saw my hand; so much for my fantasy.

The days that followed were a blur. I had to always be in time for chemo sessions, and sometimes Jack and I had to postpone our dates so I won’t be late. Yet, he always understood. I had to stop going to school, because what was the purpose of attending a graduation day if you’re rotting to death? Jack still went to school though, after I told him his life had to continue even if I wasn’t there. I got in and out of the hospital lately, and I was getting tired of it. I begged Jack to take me someplace else, but he just loves me too much that he doesn’t want me to die faster. Huh. It makes ME want to die faster.

“Come on. It’s just the weekend” I cajoled Jack.

“I told you already, you need rest.”

I felt frustrated after 3 hours of trying to convince him to take me out if town for the weekend.

“No. Can’t you see your still here at the hospital, attached to 2 medicines?”

I shot him the look of desperation, and said

“Yeah. I can see that. You’re not the one stuck here for more than a month.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back against him.

“Taylor,” he walked to the other side of the bed. “Why do you want to leave so badly?” I looked at the ceiling so he won’t see my tears.

“Because, I have only less than a year to live and I don’t want to die inside this stupid hospital around a bunch of strangers!”

He held my chin and moved it towards him.

“You really feel that? Well, let me tell you my side”

he knelt down so we were face-to-face. “It’s frustrating to see the love of my life slowly being taken away from me.” I stared at him and said

“Love of your life?”

he nodded and kissed me on the head.

Then I said

“but I don’t want to be the love of your life. Cause I can’t imagine you loosing me then you jumping to hell just to see me.”

I turned to face the other side of the bed, and pretended to sleep.

She’s got her back turned and been lying still for 3 hours, and I’m losing my patience. I’m getting tired of all her nonsense, and really want to talk to her already. I was about to go out the room when she sobbed

“Jack, what are you going to do without me?”

I got went to her side, and saw her tears. But as I got closer, I saw that she was sleeping, her eyes closed shut though tears flowed through them. I tried to wave my hand across her face to check if she was really asleep. She didn’t blink. And so I kept listening to her murmurs.

“You’re full of hot air Jack. You’re so full of it!”

I didn’t need to hear that, so I started for the door again, when

“I love you Jack, In this life and the next.”

It melted my heart, so I went back to her side of the bed. I stared at her features, her nose, her eyes and lips. I caressed her face then moved to kiss her on the cheeks. Just then, she punched me. She got startled as I was.

“Ouch. What did you do that for?”

I started to wonder if she was really asleep.

“For startling me stupid.”

She opened her eyes and said

“What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be out already, looking for a rebound girl.”

She raised her brow and added

“Or maybe you already found one and you weren’t her type.”

She let out a little evil laugh. I punished her with a kiss on her lips, and let her sleep.

I’ve been staring at the wall for the last two hours, remembering the words the doctor told my mom. I wasn’t suppose to hear them talking, but I rolled my chair to the door. I took off all the wires from my body and slowly tried to walk to the door.

“She’s been getting worse, and we’ve tried everything to help her stop the virus, but, things just turned for the worse. She has only less than a month to live.”

All my plans, all my dreams, all crushed by a stupid sickness. My body collapsed to the floor, and I tried to crawl back to my bed. My mom heard the noise, and came rushing in to help me back to my bed.

“Taylor Johnson! Would you please be more careful? And why did you remove the wires? Do you WANT to die faster?”

I’ve never seen her crying before, and now her eyes were swelling with tears. I obeyed her and got into bed, realizing that it wasn’t easy being the mother with a dying only child.

“I’m sorry mom.”

It was all I could say, because I started to realize what kind of child I was. I hated her for making me leave my dad, but now I understood she only did it so I didn’t have to grow up with my dad’s drinking. A tear fell from my eye. She wiped it away and said

“No crying now, okay?”

Her voice was shaking, like she could collapse anytime like I did. I love my mom. I can’t believe it took death to realize that.

Chapter 5

Her last few days were counted. Jack gave her all his time, after he graduated. Everyone prepared themselves to whatever could happen. But the worst was yet to come. Taylor suffered a minor heart failure, but was quickly revived by the doctor. She was completely paralyzed now, and her medications were of no use. Finally, the doctor told them what they have been expecting

“She has only until tomorrow to live”

As tears flowed and words were preciously said, Jack stayed at her side, hoping that maybe she would wake up before saying his last goodbye. He took out his list, a list of all the best times they spent together. He spoke to her, hoping she was there to listen.

“Remember the time during Halloween when we dressed up as zombies? We scared the heck out of those trick or treaters that some of them never came back.”

He felt her hand move from beside him, and he caught a glimpse of her smile forming at her lips. He immediately ran his fingers through her bald head, and kissed her forehead. With tears in his eyes he said,

“I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done wrong. I’m thankful that I stepped on your shoelaces. I’m thankful that I was welcome in your life. I love you Tay.”

“Even when I’m dying you’re just so corny”

He looked at her in the eyes and saw that they were sparkling, and he kissed her lips softly.

“You’re my light Jack.”

“And you are mine.”

“I love you.”

She said, smiling at him at the same time.

“I love you more.”

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Jack woke up with a start. His alarm went off with a long beeping sound, and he lay awake, his head throbbing from his dream. He checked his phone, and for the first time ever, he smiled when he saw he had 50 missed calls from Taylor.

What if?

Girl: what if you never met me?
Boy: I don’t know. Things won’t be any different.
Girl: oh.
The girl started crying, her worst nightmare realized.
Boy: hey, you ok? You’re crying.
Girl: are you still serious about me?, about us?
Boy: what do you mean?
Girl: just answer yes or no!
Boy: of course yes!
Girl: then why are we talking like this? Why are we always fighting?
The boy snapped and said:
Because we’re both tired. We’re tired of each other.
Girl: are you saying you’re tired of me?
Boy: yes! I’m sick and tired of trying to love you when the truth is that I don’t!

The girl was dumbfounded. A set if tears have flowed at this revelation. Their love…has been one fat lie.

Girl: why did you have to pretend? why did you let me believe, why did you let me hope?
Boy: I’m sick of this! We’re over!

But after that, the boy was more devastated than the girl. He needed her. He felt stupid to let her go. He wanted her back, but the girl was too stubborn.

One day, the boy called the girl out of the blue:
Boy: what if?
Girl: huh?
Boy: what if I was wrong? What if, our love story had a continuation? What if it was never meant to end?
Girl: what are you talking about?
Boy: do you still want to be with me?
Girl: why are you asking?
Boy: just say yes or no
Girl: no.
Boy: you don’t believe in “what if?” anymore?
Girl: no.
Boy: oh.
There was a long pause,then, “I love you.”

The girl couldn’t help but cry. She still loved him, but couldn’t think of getting hurt again. She never took a chance. She never believed in “what if” ever again.
The next day, the girl found out that the boy hanged himself that hour he called her. When she saw his body, blood was dripping from his arm, with the words “what if?”

Farewell, Doplhy.

Goodbyes are never easy. Especially when you’re saying goodbye to someone you dearly love, who changed your life forever.

For thousands of people, mostly Pinoys, this week has been a heart breaking one, because of a great loss in the movie industry. Rodolfo Quizon, more widely known as “Dolphy The Comedy King” died last Tuesday night. It was a culmination after 5 weeks of being in the hospital. The whole country was shocked when he was officially announced dead. The King of Comedy was no more, and people didn’t know what else the was to do. The only thing to do, was to be able to say their farewell.

Dolphy was the real joker. And to him, we were his king and queens.

For 64 long years, Dolphy loved to entertain. He made people laugh, smile, giggle and even knew how to make them cry. He knew how to tickle people’s funny bones, no matter which generation the person came from. He never failed at his art, his own genre. He was the master of his won game. Though I personally have only watched his more recent movies, I could say that he lives up to his name. He knows how to portray his character, and knows timing. And because of his years of acting, and making people laugh, making himself laugh, his face doesn’t look a day over 50.

He was like a part of a family to all, a father like figure who made people laugh.

The thing about Dolphy is that he was always a comic relief. When people had a bad day, they could just turn on the TV and laugh their blues away. And Dolphy was just the right medicine for a day full of hard work. He had this charisma that even if you were watching a very old film, you could still laugh at his jokes, you could still relate to what he is saying, and could still have fun with his shenanigans.

And now that he is gone, there would be a missing piece in the movie industry. A hole that could never be filled by anyone else other than the King of Comedy himself. His death is mourned all over the country, and for a teenage girl like me, I mourn for his loss, and I can easily relate to what his family feels right now.And most people do. We can feel for his family because in one way or another we have lost someone important in our life. For me his loss reminded me of my dearest lolo, whose name was also Rodolfo. Right now I can imagine him happy, laughing in fact, with the company of the great Comedy King.

In the end we must accept, that everything really has an end. That we must know that we have to move on with the changes life has set. And in the end, we could only just hope, that the persons we have lost are in a better place.

To Mr. Rodolfo “Dolphy” Quizon, may you rest in peace. 🙂

My wedding day ♥

Sometimes I wonder, how my wedding day would go. I imagine waking up very early, or not sleeping at all. I’d be smiling so brightly, my face has this different glow, my whole body almost shaking, excited that finally, I get to start my life with the man whom I declared the love of my life. I imagine, that I’d be looking at the mirror, smiling like an idiot, like a little kid who knows she has a huge birthday gift outside. I’d take out my wedding dress, imagining how it would feel to finally be that girl who walks down the aisle, with her parents proud of her choice, her family and friends supporting her, and there’s a cute, handsome man just standing there, staring at her, maybe even shedding tears of joy, unable to utter a word as his eyes are glued to the beauty of his bride.

Then when I finish imagining I’d see myself grinning so hard that my cheeks are hurting. Then just as I finish taking a bath, I’d put on my bathrobe and a blindfold. I’d take a step outside, and I get hugged the moment I held his hand. He’s been waiting for me to come out, though he couldn’t see a thing with his blindfold. We are careful not to break the superstition, yet we both needed this gesture, our arms around each other. We kneel and overlap each others hand, as we go into a silent prayer. We thank, ask forgiveness, and ask for luck. Our hearts in sync, our hands warm, as we both resist the urge to kiss before the wedding. And when we’re done I’d quietly say, “Come on, I got to get ready. I still haven;t put on any make up.” Then he’d caress my face and say, “You don’t need it, you’re already so darn beautiful” We’d both laugh it off, and I finally get escorted back to my room by my sisters.

As I get my make up done, he’d text me all of the sudden, announcing he’s already at the church, almost 2 hours early. I’d laugh, and my heart races as the hour of our wedding draws near. The moment I walk out my room, I savor each second of being single, knowing that after a few hours my last name wouldn’t be the same. As I get into the car and arrive at the church, I’d smile, and I’d go with the randomness of the wedding. No more nights being home alone, just me and that guy in a penguin suit, ready to give up everything for me. 🙂

Me Amore ♥

He just makes me smile. He makes my heart skip a beat, my brain to go fuzzy, you know those cheesy love cliches? You know the gist. The butterflies in stomach, the giggles you do when he makes you laugh. Ah love. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it. Being such a hopeless romantic, love simply is just a mystery that human kind it still trying to solve. To be in love is great, to be loved is even better, yet to love and be loved at the same time is just darn perfect. But love is just a mere feeling, it’s the effort you put invest into it that makes the feeling last longer. There is no such thing as an effortless love, you love because you want to give that person everything you could offer, everything you could do and more, just to see that person happy at the end of the day.

Our love story is kinda cute. He first had a crush on me when he was a 1st year high school student, newly transferred from his hometown. I was in 2nd year high school that time, and as I was playing around with his classmates, he saw me, and that was it for him. He wanted to introduce himself through our mutual friend, and he was the first guy ever that shook my hand when he introduced himself. Years passed and his secret crush for me remained. Last July 2010 though, I had a slight crush on him because I admired the way he made a speech during a campaign and the way he debated. But the crush soon faded. During my last period being a high school girl, last January 2011, he got the courage to court me. He asked first on facebook. Since I didn’t like guys asking me through the internet or phone, I said no. Then the next monday, he got down on his knees, held my hand, and asked if he could court me. I was a bit shy, since it was the first time that a guy did that. So I just said “Do whatever you want to prove you’re really serious about me.” And so he did. And the rest is history.

My relationship with my boyfriend, is just like any other. There are moments when we just feel so in love that we’d squeeze each other’s hand til it explodes, and there are moments when we just wanna rip our hairs off. Yet no two days are the same with us. There are some days, when it’s just completely normal. Some just full of sweet moments. Some full of fights and misunderstandings. Some we’re too busy with our lives that we only really talk early morning or at night. Yet we never let the other go through the day without feeling loved, without making the other smile. The day just isn’t complete without that.

Like most modern couples, we communicate through text. We would text all day, and even when it makes our “authorities” mad, we just try our best to keep tabs on each other. We’re not those “where are you?who are you with?” couples, we just like the thought of having to text someone who really cares about us. Our topics vary on how fast our brain works. Whatever we think about, we tell the other, just so we don’t get stuck with the usual “What you doing?” questions. We’re so open with each other’s topics. We talk about anything that we’re curious about, anything under the sun. We talk about the past and future, what ifs, i wonder why’s, sometimes we may even write a whole encyclopedia about the things we’ve thought about. That would be a huge encyclopedia, judging and recounting how much knowledge we’ve acquired from each other with our curiosity.

We could also write a bibliography about each other cause we know each other’s past. We even know the different quirks and uniqueness about each other. Like how I discovered that he has 5 adorable dimples whenever he smiles. Like how he knows I like eating a spoonful of sugar and it makes me become hyperactive. I know he can’t swim in swimming pools, yet he can swim on the beach. He knows all my ticklish parts. I know he once almost died because of his asthma. We both know we first had infatuations at the age of 4. We just amazingly know a lot of facts about each other.

Whenever we’re together, the fun is infinite. Since we know each other so well, we know how to make the other smile, and we love to goof around. It’s like our minds are connected that both of us can play along with what the other is thinking. Even when he was courting me, it seemed like we knew each other for so long, that we laugh at the same jokes, we’re both noisy when we’re together that it even pissed off my brother once. We’re both mature and immature minded at the same time, so when our immature side kicks in, the pranks, the laughter, never ends.

We play different roles in each other’s lives. We play each other’s best friends when we need someone to talk to, we play each other’s nurse/doctor when the other is sick, we act like babies when we sulk. It’s just crazy what the both of us can come up with, just to make sure we’re there for one another through whatever hardship that may happen to each other’s life.

The pick up lines. Oh yes. We still do pick up lines even though we’ve picked each other up already. It’s just so funny, some are cheesy, some are just sweet. We love the randomness of having pick up lines. His mind works so fast when it comes to pick up lines. He loves to make things up when saying pick up lines, so some pick up lines go terribly wrong. Me on the other hand, I just look at random stuff and I make a pick up lines out of them. We can be so crazy with pick up lines at times that we just end up smiling on our phones like crazy.

The most fragile yet most powerful part about us is the fact that we may not be sure where our relationship may be going, we may fall apart and live different lives in the future, yet we would try to keep what we have. Now I know at this point some people would say this is too good to be true, but it’s not. We’ve had our own sacrifices, our own bad moments. He courted me for almost a year, and I would admit I was harsh on him at times. I mean, really harsh. I liked to test if he really loved me, and I tortured him. Yet at times we talked like best friends. When we became official, surprisingly he didn’t take out revenge for what I did to him. Instead, he proved more how much he loved me. Me, on the other hand, had my own sacrifices to make. When we had fights I got hurt being a girl, and I wanted to burden all the faults. The first part wasn’t easy, because we had to adjust to each other’s differences. We even had a whole week just fighting, trying to really get to know each other in another level. It was hard, yet seeing where we are now, it was worth it.

Being in love, is just an indescribable feeling. It drives me crazy, mad, happy, depressed, and all those other feelings. Sometimes, you doubt if it’s true or just a joke, yet you still try to seek the feeling. I guess love is the very huge package you receive that is filled with infinite surprises. It maybe a negative or positive surprise, but it will turn your life around like you never expected it to be. With me and Anthony, I guess we’d just try until there’s nothing left to fight for. And even if everything breaks and crashes to infinite pieces, at least we loved. 🙂

Love is acceptance

Love is when you accept that person with all he is, when you’re willing to get hurt just to get that person to be happy. love is when you’d go all through everything, just to keep that person. love is not only the good times, but also the bad. it’s when you stick together through whatever, and you can’t bear the thought of living without. you’d accept all his faults, and he does the same. you forgive and forget, making room for more happiness. love is when that person brings out the best in you, when that person matters to you more that anything. that through no matter what,you know that 10 years, 20 years or even after death, you can still imagine yourself happy with that person. That’s what love can do. it can make the impossible possible, the nothing to everything.

Fling Love

There was Kurt and Taylor.

Kurt is Taylor’s gayish friend and were bestfriends ever since the day Taylor defended him from bullies who teased Kurt for wearing girl clothes. They always stuck like glue, always being there for each other no matter what happend.

One day, Kurt was banned from one part of their school because he acted gay.”I can’t believe them! This is just unfair!” He ranted in front of Taylor at the school cafeteria that day. ” You
want me to hit them again?” Taylor chuckled, trying to let him remember the day she broke her umbrella after she hit the school bully. ” Nah, they’ll
just think that you’re my bodyguard.” Kurt said. Taylor thought about it then said ” but i am your bodyguard.” “that was when we were kids Tay,but, we’re in junior high now. I can’t have my best friend fighting for me. I need to do something to prove that I’m not that gay who likes guys. Just the gay who likes dressing up.” The two went quiet for a while, then Taylor said, ” you need a girlfriend!” Kurt shot her an unbelievable look. ” A girlfriend? hmmm.”

” I can’t believe you managed to really dragged me into this” Taylor held on to her seat as Kurt drove. “Well, it was your idea. Plus, i need your opinion as my best friend for my total makeover.” Kurt smugged. “you’re really gonna do this? WOW.” Taylor teased him. ” Haha. Come on Tay, I’m SERIOUS.” he shot her a look. ” i was kidding. come on.” just then, Taylor’s cell rang,and she read a sweet message. “Is that your sweet admirer again?” Kurt intrigued. “Yeah. It’s the 18th text today. He wants me to meet him.” she smiled as she read the message again. “oooh. sounds serious. is he really human?” Taylor hit Kurt’s ribs jokingly as they reached the mall.

“okay, and one! two! three! great practice everyone!” Taylor shouted that afternoon, as she finished cheer leading practice. ‘Kurt, where are you?’ she thought. “hey Taylor! Can i hitch a ride with you and Kurt?” Beth, Taylor’s co-cheer leader, asked. “sure. he’ll be here.” Just then, Kurt’s car parked in front of the field. He got out, and as he did, heads turned, and the other cheer leaders turned back to the field. “hey Kurt” Taylor said. She gave him a thumbs up, and grinned as he came closer. Leather jacket, clean jeans, and great haircut. “Taylor, is that Kurt?!” the girls asked. “yup.” In 5 minutes, Kurt was surrounded by the whole high school cheer leading team, complimenting him in this and that. Kurt peered over the crowd, and gave Taylor a thumbs up. ‘IT WORKED!”

‘I never thought he was going to be this popular’. Taylor thought the next day at lunch. She was bombarded by a group of girls, mostly cheerleaders, who ran to the seat next to Kurt at their table. It was a weird place to be, and she felt a pang of jealousy for all the attention Kurt gave to the girls. “WOW Taylor! Kurt really changed! He’s so much HOTTER now.” Beth said during free period. “Yeah. He really changed.” Taylor said. She felt another pang of jealousy and regret. Why did he have to change? she asked herself. “Hey, you think he’s gonna ask me out?”Beth asked after a while. “Um, I dont know. You want me to ask him?” “Really? that would be great!”

Kurt’s new look sky rocketed and every girl was drooling over him. Every guy wanted to be him. He felt proud and he even asked himself why he went gay in the first place, when being a real guy was so much fun. He’s been hangin out with girls, but he hasn’t asked out any of them. He needs someone’s information. His bestfriend’s opinion. One day, he looked for Taylor at the library when he saw her being with Nate, the basketball MVP. He called her, but she kept on giggling that she pretended not to hear him. WOW,she must like him. Kurt thought. Finally,she turned her head to him and walked to his side. “Hey Alex, how’s guydom?” she asked jokingly. “great so far. but remember the plan? i need to ask one girl out.” “so ask one out. pick one.” she looked over her shoulder and winked at Nate. “Why is he with you?” Alex asked.”Well,remember the guy who sent all those sweet messages to me? it was actually Nate!” Her eyes twinkled and her face went red. “Good for you Now,back to me. Who should I ask out?” “um,how about beth? she really seems to be real interested in you.” she said,remembering the conversation they had about Kurt. “yah.maybe.”

The next day, Kurt bought flowers for Beth, as he asked her out. As predicted, she said yes, and Kurt felt relief. He’s not the kind of gay that liked guys. He was just not the manly type. But this date will prove otherwise.

“Hey tay! Guess what?” Kurt bounced when he met his bestfriend at his next class. “Uhm, you’re finally gonna accept that you’re starting to like guys?” She chuckled. He made a serious face. “No. I have a date tonight with Beth.” He grinned and gave her a funny face. She smiled, and said “well,congratulations. Guess I have to find a date as well.” She nodded her head towards Nate, and started her way towards him. Kurt thought she would ask Nate out herself, but then she walked past Nate and went to sharpen her pencil. Nate moved quick, standing beside Taylor. They talked about something, then Taylor walked back to her seat. “Do you have a date or what?” He asked. “Duh.” she said , smiling at Nate’s way. “I’m going on a double date with you and Beth.” When Kurt didn’t say anything, she said, “What, you thought your best friend would let you go out on your very first date alone?” “I didn’t come to YOUR first date.” He replied. “Well, you’re not me. Enough said.” just then, their teacher got in and started class. Taylor winked at Kurt, assuring him that she was NOT joking.

On the night of the “date”, Kurt kept fussing over about Taylor interfering. “Hey Kurt, let’s watch that new movie at the drive-in downtown. What do you say?” Kurt gave her “the stare” that he was already fed up, but Taylor didn’t even look at him. They drove into the movie place, bought tickets and watched the movie. Taylor spent most of her time watching Kurt than paying attention to her date. “Hey Taylor” Nate called. She looked at him and winked, then turned her attention to the movie. Nate tried to move in closer to her, then put one arm behind her. Kurt was watching from behind, since they were sitting in the backseat. ” So Beth, how’s our date so far?” He whispered. “Fine I guess. Taylor keeps creeping me out.” He knew exactly what she was saying. Taylor kept cutting him off mid-sentence every time he makes a mistake, then corrects him. It was quite annoying, though he knew Taylor was just trying to help him impress Beth.

Distracted with his thoughts, he didn’t notice that Nate was already trying to kiss Taylor. She moved fast, dodging Nate’s attempt. “No.” She said. “Come on. Just one smooch.” He licked his lips, then moved closer. “Come on, don’t tell me you won’t kiss the guy who researched all those cheesy stuff on the net for you?” At this, Nate swooped down for a kiss. Taylor’s dislike was obvious, as she pushed him away and wiped her lips of his saliva. Nate sat down on his seat, looking satisfied. Taylor got out of the car and ran.

Kurt ran after her, after getting Beth away from Nate. When he reached the corner, he saw Taylor sitting down, crying. He sat down beside her, and hugged her tight. “Another jerk.” She said, a sob in between. “I thought he would be different, but all he really wanted was to get under my pants.” She sobbed more, while he hugged her tighter. “I wish you were a real guy Kurt, you’d be the best boyfriend in the world.” He didn’t reply to this, he only held her closer to him. “How many frogs do I have I kiss before I find my prince?” She looked up to him now this time, their faces closer to the other more than usual. He looked into her eyes and said “Hey, wanna know if I’m a prince and not a princess?” She nodded, and in a split second he leaned down to kiss her. They both got weirded out by the kiss, and stared at each other. Kurt smiled then said, “Guess I’m a prince.” Taylor looked at him and slapped him. “Ow! What was that for?” She smiled back and said, “Since when were you a prince? I’m your best friend yet you never told be anything!” They both laughed at this, and they both knew that Kurt’s gender wasn’t the only thing that changed in their relationship.