Umakyat ako ng Baguio, pero nahulog ako sayo.
This is a madramang post charot.
My childhood friend went home from California. As part of her adventure back to her homeland, she brought us in Baguio at the house of her friend. The trip was so exciting because almost every one of us was strangers except to my childhood friend. I found new friends who are based in Singapore and another one who lives in Silang, Cavite.
The place we stay in was really in the upper part of Benguet and a 30-minute drive from Baguio but that’s fine cause everything was free (free food, free place, and free transport wherever we want to go). Our host was so hospitable. We stay in their guest house. The interior was great.
The house was huge, I am with strangers, and everything was free sounds like a Pinoy Big Brother premise.
Of course inside the Big Brother are the housemates.
There was a guy from these set of new friends whom I got had a “thing” with. You see weirdly these where the times that people go to short-time affairs, entering a no commitment relationship without labels and all.
The following are too hard to share but I’ll share it anyway.
The story flashes to me like I was some part of a film, from a reality show to a major motion picture. You see guys, the last time I had a relationship was way way back so I am very used to being single and doing things independently. So this guy was so nice. He was so funny and we can’t stop laughing whenever he talks. Through our stay in Baguio he keeps doing this stuff and starts getting clingy, bringing me to places, holding my hand, and sleeping together. He noticed these little details about me that I realize he was paying attention. I like it. It’s been a long time since I felt this.
One night I got drunk, I was so shy to cry in front of these strangers/new found friends I went outside. It was so foggy, it was all dramatic and a perfect moment to cry. I was crying because that time I felt really lost in life especially being a fresh grad overwhelmed in the real world. After I came back he was on the porch waiting for me. He was telling me he knows that I cried and he keeps wiping the tears in my eyes then he hugged me. I think that sparked the little fire I had in my heart. I was so stupid I didn’t expect myself to fall from it.
To cut the story short, I found some love in Baguio and eventually lose it when I came back to Manila. We did not talk after the trip. It was a story started in Baguio and stayed there as well.
