She's gone.
Yesterday, I suddenly got the urge to leave Berna a message in Friendster. She was an old friend, before I was in Quill, lost in the College of Engineering. We were members in the regional org of Bulakenos. Berna and I had a lot of fun together and developed a deep friendship. I was still confused with my sexuality back then and I cannot understand the feelings I had for her so I deployed it as love. But I really did love her and we spent days and days together, playing games (one time I even threw myself on one of the trash cans in the Main Libe because of our habulan). Aside from the high school blunder of courting a girl and actually getting out of it alive, I told her I love her. She had a boyfriend back then, and just any typical relationship, Berna suffered the theme of unequal affection. So I was there for her and together, we would forget the humdrum of Calculus and instead, have our garlic mayonnaise fight in Philcoa. Our loveteam was cancelled when I told her, two years after, that I was gay (Berna: "Mabuti na lang di kita sinagot.")
Berna is terribly afraid of worms. One time, I showed her a worm, stuck in its cocoon in some big leaf. She looked like she was losing her mind and then cried and was angry at me. Of course, like any great friendship, a kamote que will dissolve any anger. We would pull pranks on people, scare applicants and even get really really drunk on a glass of zombie. Berna is also famous for her ugly gin blossoms the morning after she gets herself drunk.
Yesterday, I left Berna a message and she replied this morning. She's going to California tomorrow to work and she will be gone for a long time. And maybe not coming back. California is so far away. It's like losing another Rose: trapped in a parallel universe and the hole of possibility of getting her back in our dimension is null. And this weather agrees with me.
Berna is terribly afraid of worms. One time, I showed her a worm, stuck in its cocoon in some big leaf. She looked like she was losing her mind and then cried and was angry at me. Of course, like any great friendship, a kamote que will dissolve any anger. We would pull pranks on people, scare applicants and even get really really drunk on a glass of zombie. Berna is also famous for her ugly gin blossoms the morning after she gets herself drunk.
Yesterday, I left Berna a message and she replied this morning. She's going to California tomorrow to work and she will be gone for a long time. And maybe not coming back. California is so far away. It's like losing another Rose: trapped in a parallel universe and the hole of possibility of getting her back in our dimension is null. And this weather agrees with me.