Will This Be Just Another Feeling I’ll Forget?

I messaged him: “Date me. John Denver Trending.”
Funny, because I was 99% sure he’s watched that film. One, he’s a filmmaker; second, the film is part of Cinemalaya, a film festival in my country, the Philippines.
I just needed a film buddy tonight, but I don’t know why I still asked him knowing I’ll get rejected.
“You’re a plot twist.”
I hate how aggressive I am sometimes. “Isa kang plot twist,” he told me, when I confessed my feelings for him back in college.
No doubt surprising because I’m three years older than him.
Well, a 3-year age difference is completely normal to me. But I have to admit, I myself got surprised. It just felt a bit weird in a school environment — wherein I was his senior. When we were still students, he used to call me “Ate Enne.” In the Philippines, we use “ate” (pronounced as ah-teh) to address an older female or sister.
I liked him even though I preferred older guys, thinking they’re more mature. But to me, he seems older than his age.
I liked his mind very, very much. He was that kind of friend that I feel I can be so brutally honest with. That I can comfortably tell him anything embarrassing and shameful about myself and know he wouldn’t judge me.
He told me that I idealize him too much. That’s true. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I guess that’s how it is for some of us. That when we like someone, we see that person as perfect. We recognize their flaws, but we accept them completely — still perfect in our eyes.
Sometimes I wish someone would see me that way too. I mean, don’t we all?
Feelings are funny.
It amazes me how one moment you can feel so much, but in time you forget as if you never felt it at all. Like that time when I confessed and got rejected.
It was sad even though it was just a crush. Now I laugh at that memory like it never hurt. It’s relieving to know we can laugh at past pains.
Sometimes I remind myself that what I feel right now can be so strong, but in time I probably won’t remember how it feels.
Like that night when he fell drunk asleep in a house party. I was the only one still awake, playing the piano with a tune I just made up, but now I can’t even remember a sound. I just know I was wishing: I hope you like me back. And I had wished the same for every guy that I liked, no matter how casual or serious. I hope you like me back.
But every single time I wished, I also always wondered: Will this be just another feeling I’ll forget?
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