Meeting Evelyn

The first time I watched "the Promise" a Philippine telenovela, I was 11, young, innocent and maybe naive. I saw love in it's purest form and their was a paradigm shift, because I didn't grow up getting even a quarter of the love I needed.

They rewrote my story, and I felt love could be beautiful. My parents lied.

I was in junior school one, had amazing friends of mixed gender. Everyone had their favorite person's. They all were my favourite.

Junior school had me on my toes, I needed to make good grades or risk changing school. My dad thought my teachers weren't doing their duties. But I was the one who didn't take my studies serious.

I moved with the worst of students and my assessment and teacher's reports never lied.

I saw the worries on my dad's face. I could bet he was already questioning himself if he was a bad father, if he isn't getting it right with me.

My teacher, miss Bisola, once wrote on my script "I believe in you, but you have to first believe in yourself." I smiled seeing those words. "So someone still believes I could do better?" I thought to myself.

I gave it a push, not just for my teacher, but for my dad who's a low income earner and putting all his best to see I had the best of education. My grades improved.

I still kept my friends, but had to study extra time.

Junior school had lots of work for me to do. I had over twenty subjects to deal with and I wasn't allowed the luxury to play around even if I wanted to. We sure did the best we could do.

I was 13 when I met Evelyn. There was a connection which thought wasn't mutual because she acted so. I had every reason to forceful discharge whatever it was I felt for her, but I just couldn't. She was a force, whatever it was I felt for her was a force.

No matter how much I lied to myself, I just couldn't let her off my memory.