I’m taking part in Word-High’s 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Today’s word is Gunita which means memory or recollection. Want to join? Checkout the link at the bottom.
They had been talking for a couple weeks now. She still felt weird. It was just hard adjusting to a body being there. A body. His body. He’d see her in class, at the cafe, walking to chapel, or he’d go to her dorm and just join her. What was she supposed to do with him? How does one keep a boyfriend? But she was rushing ahead of herself. As usual. He hadn’t asked her to be his yet.
She was standing in the lobby of her dorm. Just shooting the breeze, casually talking with some friends when he walked over. Greetings were exchanged and her friends gradually made themselves scarce. She didn’t even hear them say goodbye. He was looking at her. He complimented her sweater. She looked down, forgetting what she’d just put on. He talked. She listened, nodded, smiled. All the acceptable responses when having a conversation with someone. He said he was enjoying their time together and wanted it to continue. She arched her eyebrow in response. Sure, he would stay. For now. Eventually, he’ll leave. He’ll find someone more his speed, someone who fit the type she had created for him.
He looked at her. Those deep brown eyes always knew what she was thinking. “You expect me to leave you. That’s okay. I’ll just have to show you that I’m here to stay.”
She stared at him. Mouth unabashedly, slightly ajar, she couldn’t believe it. She shook her head and chuckled. “Okay, I guess we’ll see.” “Yes, we will.” He said.
Five years later as she looked at the wedding invitation to his wedding. She thought back to that day. To the young man who believed what he’d said but had no idea where life would take them down the road. How it would separate them. How she’d be left with memories and bits and pieces of dreams that she had yet to discard.