“Kayo pa rin?!”
Said my good college friend Jic, a few days ago over the phone. It has been months since we last saw each other, and I just called him after seeing his very distraught Facebook wall posts. Turns out he and his boytoy of about 6 months just broke up.
“Bawal kami magtagal?!” I told him.
We met in June of 2007, back when I was a stick thin sophomore, far back in the closet. By August, we were officially together. It wasn’t until late 2008 going to early 2009 when I told all my friends about us, about me.
“In fairness. You guys really love each other no?”
What else could it be, right? We’ve have been together for about 4 years now — that’s a record for both of us — and I think our relationship has plateaued in a good way.
“We’re more stable now. Wala nang drama, drama. We understand each other better.”
But it hasn’t always been that way.
We broke up sometime in 2010 in what I would say is the biggest heartbreak I’ve ever had. To say that I was very emotional is an understatement.
And so we spent time apart, he moved on, I moved on as well.
But he came back after a couple of months. He waited until I was ready. He really waited.
And here we are now — still together after college and first jobs, after hundreds of cups of frozen yogurt and milk tea, after hundreds of episodes of Project Runway and America’s Next Top Model.
Kami pa rin.