During my first year of high school, I vividly recall experiencing butterflies for the first time. As a transferee from a public school to a private school, every moment was a new challenge. One Friday morning, some of my girl classmates informed me that they knew someone from my crush's class, although I can't quite remember the reason for their knowledge. Following that, I received a text saying it was S, my crush. Filled with excitement, I headed to the loading station and purchased 20php worth of regular load. We exchanged texts throughout the day until I returned home. However, he eventually mentioned that he had run out of load and wouldn't be able to text until the next day. The following Saturday, I messaged him again but received no response. I even tried calling, but he didn't answer. It wasn't until later in the day that he replied, delivering an unexpected message of apology for fooling me. It turned out that the person I had been texting was not my crush, but one of my girl classmates who had tricked me. This experience marked my first encounter with a broken heart, leaving me quite traumatized. Trusting people became a challenge, especially since I was just 12 or 13 years old at the time. Back then, amidst the difficulties of adjusting to a new school, it was my crush who provided a glimmer of hope, a reason to persevere in my studies. Unfortunately, my classmates chose to bully me instead, making things even harder.
