Conversations with Fire.

her name registered on my messenger list like magic. i recalled adding her up, but it was a couple of centuries ago.

she was my seatmate on my 5th and 6th grade at USI. but we've never gotten really close. perhaps its our individual differences. see, she was the creme dela creme, the head-turner, the flawless beauty. everyone admires her. everyone wants to be in her shoes. as for me, it was the opposite. i was the private wallflower. i was quiet, belonged to a small group of friends and exceptionally UNtalented. but still, i embraced nonentity.

leix_daramjue15 - this window suddenly popped up. 'sino yan?', she said, referring to my displayed picture. it was the side-view jerald. hai, si jerald a.ka. gg, ang pinkamagaling na bakla na nakilala ko sa balat ng lupa. 'isang sinumpang babae', i just replied. our conversation led from one thing to another, that there even came to a point where she said, 'tama na daw yan, basta si mama mary ang pinakamagayun.'

i'm glad she didn't just remembered me as 'yung babae nagtutro sa kanya sa math.' and despite the distinctiveness and the distance that divides[quadruple d.haha!] us, we still kept in touch with each other.

and so i was pleased . . . though i just had conversations with fire.

P.S. this was the picture she was referring to. ang sinumpang babae, si jeraldine josephine san pabling.

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