New Lucena NCHS Supreme Secondary Learner Government - SSLG

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗦𝗟𝗚 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝟵 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲! 🎉💛

Thank you for your dedication and for always representing the Grade 9 students with confidence and positivity. Your hard work and enthusiasm truly inspire the team. May your day be filled with happiness, laughter, and all the things that make you smile. Keep shining and continue being amazing! 🎂✨

— With love from your SSLG Fam 💛

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗦𝗟𝗚 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹! 🎉💛

Thank you for always making us laugh and bringing good vibes to every meeting and event. You truly make our team brighter and happier just by being you. Stay funny, positive, and amazing! 🎂✨

-With love from your sslg fam

LAST BATCH

📝💌 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗. 👀✨

The 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 is finally 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿…

The hidden messages, let's go. 💭💖
To those who were not able to confess, they were released...

To the "crush only" but it's too much... To those unsaid thoughts that are only being reported in NGL...

✨ The moment is the boss. ✨

The hidden feelings,
the "what ifs,"
And the hala, is this him?

𝑰-𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏! 😏👀💌

𝗜𝗻 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 |

Love, laughter, and meaningful connections filled our campus as we celebrated Valentine’s Day together 💕

The SSLG Valentine’s Celebration brought students together through heartfelt messages, fun activities, and moments that highlighted the beauty of love in all its forms, romantic, friendly, and self-love. Every smile shared and every note written reminded us that Valentine’s Day is not just about gifts, but about appreciation, kindness, and genuine connection.

The Supreme Secondary Learner Government extends its heartfelt gratitude to all the clubs and organizations who generously shared their time, effort, and support to make this event possible. Your dedication and cooperation played a vital role in the success of this celebration.

Thank you as well to everyone who participated and helped spread love, positivity, and unity throughout the campus. May these moments continue to inspire us to celebrate and share love every day 💖✨

📩 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Here is another entry—
light, gentle, and filled with youthful kilig.
A story about first glances,
unexpected friendships,
and feelings that grew quietly in between conversations.
This is about liking someone at the wrong time,
about songs sung through voice messages,
and gifts that stayed in pockets but lived in the heart.
Not all crushes are meant to turn into love.
Some are meant to teach us how it feels to care—
and how to let go with gratitude.
Read this with a smile.
Some memories don’t hurt anymore—
they just make us thankful.

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Hi:)

Back in December 2024, it was Christmas party. Grade 8 ko that time then siya grade 10 HAHA

I went to their room because I was going to see my friend. As I went up to them, there I saw him bonding with his classmates. I was mesmerized by him for a second then we both made eye contact then I just caught myself smiling. Since then adlaw2 nalang kami gatulukay dangat sa naging friends kami:>

As days went on, my feelings for him grew. He was so nice and gentle to me that I sometimes feel butterflies in my stomach every time he talks to me. I’m so glad that he’s the one who initiates the conversation ‘cuz I get really nervous when he’s around.

My feelings for him kept growing and growing every day we’re together that I sometimes think I have a chance, or so I thought.

One day, as I was heading to my classroom, I saw him outside of their room laughing and smiling so beautifully with someone, and that someone was a girl. I didn’t think much of it ‘cuz I thought she’s just his friend, but boy I was wrong. Eventually that same day, I asked my friend which is his classmate about some random questions about him.

“Sagad kana mag kanta gali no?”, I asked.

“Huod. May ka m.u. tana abi sa pihak nga section …”, my friend said.

“Ahh…”, I said. Feeling kinda disappointed that he’s taken.

Even though I found out that he’s already taken, we still kept texting each other but AS FRIENDS. Nothing more, nothing else.

One random night, he messaged me asking if I know about this particular song nga BASTA INDI KOLNG PAG DROP. You know what happened after that? He sang me that song 🥹🥹 VOICE MESSAGE. Legit I was stunned, surprised, kilig, overwhelmed, BASTA.

His voice was sweet, soft, and calm nga kulang dulang ma tunaw ko sa kilig. But seriously though, why would you randomly send me a voice message of you singing me a song? 🥹🥹 In that moment I almost forgot nga friends lang kami, nga taken dun tana, nga waay ko chansa kana. But literally though, why are you making me feel this way?

Graduation day came and I was sad that he’s gonna be a senior na, different building, indi ko na tana makita kada labay ko. Days before, I planned on giving him a gift; a bracelet, a handwritten letter, and chocolates. I was really excited on giving him this gift kay kanakon halin 😜

Pero HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA I didn’t get the chance to give it to him kasi he was busy with the others and when the ceremony was done, him and his family were rushing to go home na BUT I got the chance to take a photo with him. Sayang kay wala ko na hatag, pero at least may picture 🥰😝

Up until now, we still talk to each other whenever we walk past each other and that’s alright to me.

I’m loving someone else now and I am grateful that I get to know him and became friends with him :))

📩 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Some feelings don’t need a grand ending—just a quiet thank you.

To the boy who once sang Mahika with trembling courage and meant every “gusto kita,” thank you for my first kilig, for the flowers, for the guitar, and for making me feel chosen—even just for a moment.

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An Untold Thank You

There are stories we never really tell, just quietly keep, because they once made our hearts beat faster.

This is one of mine.

To the man who once had a crush on me, I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for giving me my first kilig, the kind that surprises you when you least expect it. Thank you for the flowers, the effort, and the courage you carried back then.

But what I’ll always remember most… is the night you sang for me.

Siya ang una nga nag-kanta para sa akon, nga daw gina-harana na kaw. HAHAHA. You held your guitar, gathered your bravery, and sang MAHIKA. Sang gina sulat ko ja ma dumduman ko mangod ang imo pagkanta especially sa line nga “GUSTO KITA, GUSTO KITA”, I felt something shift inside me. It was soft, sincere, and real. Hanggang ngayon, kapag naiisip ko ‘yon, kinikilig pa rin ako. Gin tapos mo gid ang bilog nga kanta. 😆🫰

Truth is, I did have a crush on you too, because of what you did, because of the way you made me feel seen in that moment. But life happened. We stopped talking, the connection slowly faded. Parehas man ta dayun mahuyaon HAHAHA

Still, that doesn’t erase what you were to me.

Madamo gid nga salamat kag tuod nga na appreciate ko gid ang ging himo mo... Ikaw ang isog nga tawo nga na kilala ko kay ma himo mo nga kantahan ako. You became my first experience of that kind of affection, a memory I’ll always appreciate. Not every love is meant to stay, but some are meant to teach us how it feels to be cherished, even just for a while.

And for that, thank you. 🎸💛

Naging favorite song ko ang MAHIKA tungod kanimo 😂😉

📩 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

It began on an ordinary day meant for teachers, and somehow became my first lesson in love.

I loved without caution, stayed without being chosen, and in the end learned that caring deeply doesn’t mean you’ll be kept—so this time, I’m choosing myself.

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Mr. FIRST

On Teacher’s Day, I noticed you for the first time and learned your name, a day meant for appreciation, not knowing it would quietly become the beginning of my first love. Back then, I didn’t expect anything special. You were just someone I noticed, someone ordinary, unaware of how deeply you would later matter to me. 🥀

Our story truly began when the MPL tournament in MLBB started. I messaged you, sharing the live stream of my favorite streamer. It was such a small thing, something so simple. But when you replied, everything changed. Conversations became longer, laughter turned into comfort, and comfort slowly grew into feelings I didn’t know how to control. 🎮

We were so alike—same hobbies, same likes, same dreams, same wants. I believed that maybe this was the kind of connection people search for their whole lives. I loved you sincerely and deeply. It was my FIRST time loving someone like that—without fear, without hesitation, without backup, without knowing how to protect my own heart.

But you USED that love. 😕🙂

You hurt me more times than I can count, yet I stayed. I FORGAVE you again and again, hoping that one day you would finally choose me. While you were courting me, you were also talking to someone else. You liked someone in the church. You liked one of my classmates. And still, I stayed, convincing myself that love means patience, that love means enduring pain.

I pretended I was talking to someone else just to make you jealous. But the truth is, there was no one else. I didn’t dare to look for someone else when you were the one I loved. It hurt realizing that my silence and loyalty meant nothing, because your heart was already choosing others. 💔

The moment I finally gave up was when you confessed that YOU liked one of my FRIENDS. That confession broke something in me—quietly, completely. That was the moment I understood that no matter how deeply I loved you, I was NEVER the one you chose. 🙃

Your promises of a FUTURE WITH ME were lies—promises I will NEVER forget. 🤍🤥

Still, despite everything, I don’t wish you harm. I just want to say this one last thing: TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEALTH. Not everyone will worry about you the way I did—not everyone will stay up late wondering if you’ve eaten, rested, or are carrying too much on your own. Life is hard, and you often forget yourself while chasing what you want. I won’t be there to remind you anymore, but I hope you learn to care for yourself the way I once did—quietly, sincerely, and without asking for anything in return.

I worried about you even when you were hurting me, even when I was breaking in silence. I’m CHOOSING to let go now, but letting go doesn’t erase the care I once had for you. I hope you live well, not for me, but for yourself, because you only get one life, and once, loving you made your well-being deeply important to me. Even if I was only a chapter you wanted to forget, you were a whole story I will always remember. 🎴🌓

📩 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

A confession was made, but clarity never followed.

In the space between hesitation and timing, something that almost existed quietly slipped away.

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CHAPTER 2

He was staring at me, smiling. I hesitated for a moment but eventually gathered my strength and broke the silence between us... “Nong, crush ta'ka.”
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‎He laughed and said “Halata man”
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‎We just laughed. He said that he admires how brave I was to tell him what I felt and that it's okay.
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‎It was very awkward after that, We didn't know what to do and how to end the conversation. First time ko mag confess that time. Arci and Manong's classmate finally came to check on us. Nagkadlaw lang sila kay daw mga grade 7 kuno kami.
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‎After that day, things between Manong and I weren’t the same anymore. Nag overthink ko, “What if he doesn’t like me?” “I think he’s avoiding me” “What if he already likes someone gali?”.
‎I let those thoughts haunt me. I got overwhelmed of my emotions. I was a coward.
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‎Then one day, there’s this guy nga nag confess sakon. We started talking and I kinda liked it. That’s when I decided to stop nalang whatever I felt kay Manong. I thought being with this guy would help me forget my feelings for Manong.
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‎I tried convincing myself that this was better. That this was safer. He liked me. He was clear. He didn’t make me overthink. He didn’t make me question where I stood. But realization hit me. That one stupid, awkward, brave moment when I said, “Nong, crush ta’ka.” I realized something I didn’t want to admit.
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‎You can’t replace feelings just because they’re inconvenient.
‎You can’t move on just because you’re tired of overthinking.
‎And that hurt more than rejection ever could.
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‎I started asking myself…
‎“Did I really like this new guy? Or did I just like the idea of being liked back?”
‎It was unfair. To him. To me. So I ended it.
‎Because deep down, no matter how hard I try to bury it, there was still a part of me hoping that maybe… just maybe… Manong felt something too. Even a little. Even for a second.
‎And that’s the hardest truth I had to face.
‎I wasn’t confused.
‎I just wasn’t over him.
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‎Fast forward, a friend of him nga friend ko man, told me something that will haunt me.
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‎After the day I confessed, he didn’t know how to respond. He said it limited him, not because he didn’t care, but because he was scared of confusing me. He didn’t want to do simple things that might give me false hope. So instead, he became hesitant. Careful. Distant.
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And the worst part? It happened during one of the busiest weeks of his life. He said he planned to talk to me the week after I confessed, to make things clear, to explain himself properly. But there was never a “right time.” Everything became too overwhelming. He needed time to think. He didn’t want to hurt me. He didn’t want to disappoint me.
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When things finally calmed down, he was ready to talk.
‎But by then…
‎He was too late.
‎He heard that I was talking to someone else.
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‎I blamed myself. I blamed myself for moving on too quickly, for letting someone else in before he could say anything, for not waiting, for being “too easy” to misread. I blamed myself for the timing, for the way life and pride got in the way, for every small moment that could have been different.
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‎Since that day, I’ve been haunted — not by the flattering memories I had with him, but by the thought that we almost had it. Haunted by the feelings I forcefully buried and pretended not to feel anymore.
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‎I know it will always linger — the “what ifs,” the “almosts,” and the things that could have been if I had just waited a little longer. It will always haunt me. Alam kong ako'y palagi at patuloy na mumultuhin.
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‎- END OF STORY -
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‎Disclaimer: Naka move on na ang writer.

📩 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Here is another entry—
soft, sincere, and written from a place of quiet admiration.
A story about a feeling that didn’t need to be named,
about glances that meant more than words,
and a love that stayed gentle because it was never forced.
Some people become memories we protect,
not because we were afraid—
but because we cared too much to lose them.
This is for the ones who were never ours,
but still became our light in their own way.

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The first time I looked on your eyes it was something that I've never felt before.

Soooo basically this is a confession for someone who I met a long time ago, classmate ko kang SPS, si renan gonzaga. Back when we were classmates in SPS, I didn’t understand what that feeling was. I just knew that every time you walked into the room, my day felt lighter. I’d catch myself looking at you during discussions, waay man ko gani kamaan isat amo ko kaja kanimo. HAHAHAHHAA.

Wala ko may Gina hambal kay I'm scared to lose something I admire. Even though it was just a silent understanding and stolen glances.
I still remember how you look when you when to practice at the oval. Full of hope and joy.
You were different from other people that I've seen, biskan damuhal ka nga tawo, I still understood na it was your interpretation of the joy you are trying to make others feel. Renan gonzaga, you are the light to my darkness..

-Secret admirerThe first time I looked on your eyes it was something that I've never felt before.

Soooo basically this is a confession for someone who I met a long time ago, classmate ko kang SPS, si renan gonzaga. Back when we were classmates in SPS, I didn’t understand what that feeling was. I just knew that every time you walked into the room, my day felt lighter. I’d catch myself looking at you during discussions, waay man ko gani kamaan isat amo ko kaja kanimo. HAHAHAHHAA.

Wala ko may Gina hambal kay I'm scared to lose something I admire. Even though it was just a silent understanding and stolen glances.
I still remember how you look when you when to practice at the oval. Full of hope and joy.
You were different from other people that I've seen, biskan damuhal ka nga tawo, I still understood na it was your interpretation of the joy you are trying to make others feel. Renan gonzaga, you are the light to my darkness..

-Secret admirer

📩 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Here is another entry—
one of those stories that linger,
even when everything else has moved on.
A “multo” from the past.
Someone who was never really mine,
but left memories that still knock
when I least expect them to.
This is about almosts,
about moments that felt like something,
and a confession that came just a little too late.
Some people don’t become part of our future—
they become part of our silence.
Read softly.
Not all ghosts are meant to be feared—
some are simply remembered.

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This is one of my "multo"

On the first day of school in grade 10, I arrived at school and the flag ceremony had already started. After the flag ceremony, they announced the new SSLG. I never saw this guy when I was in grade 9 because he was in grade 11 at that time in another building. I was very curious about this guy, and I thought maybe he's "the one" for me. A few months later, I couldn't help but notice him every time he went out for lunch. Let's call this guy "Ris". At that time, we weren't close because I didn't know him yet.

In October, I joined "Cry of Jellicoun" because I wanted to try something new and experience it. I didn't expect that he would join too. I saw him, and I was kilig (giddy) every time I saw him during practice. After a few days of practice, we got to know each other, including our classmates who also joined "Cry of Jellicoun". I wasn't expecting him to be so friendly to other people, and we became close. He was also my squad leader in "Cry".

A few months after "Cry" ended, I thought I was falling for him. I wondered what if I confessed, but I thought maybe not yet. Every time I went out for lunch, I always saw him with his classmates.And I didn't expect it to be so hot outside. He didn't have a payong (umbrella), and I saw him. My heart was beating fast when he came near me. We walked together under the payong, and I was kilig while we walked. Then he left with his friends. I marked the date in my calendar: 12/24/25, when we went out together after class. I remembered that we had a picture on his phone. I thought, what if I chat with him because I wanted to talk to him, and I used the picture as an excuse. I chatted with him, but I was nervous, thinking what if he doesn't reply. While waiting for his reply, I was kilig because I remembered our moments together. He replied, and we chatted. He said he would just send the picture, and I never expected that he would be the one to ask for my name. I added him, and of course, I was kilig. We chatted a lot.

In December, our practice for "Kasadyahan" started. I joined, and I didn't know he would join too because I thought he had immersion and was busy. I was kilig because we would be together while practicing. I expected him to be my squad leader. He was so clingy, and I liked the way he communicated. At that time, we were going to have dinner, and we went out. I was surprised when he suddenly came near me, and I was kilig at that time because of what happened.

In January, I asked him if he had a girlfriend/boyfriend, and he said no. I asked him if he had a crush, and he didn't answer. While we were resting, I confessed to him. I thought, what if I confess, and I waited for the right time when we were alone. I told him, "Nong, I have a crush on you." He looked at me and smiled. A few months later, I thought he was mine, but I didn't expect that he already had a boyfriend

📩 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Here is another entry—
soft, patient, and filled with feelings that learned how to wait.
A story about years of silent admiration,
about loving someone through seasons, changes, and distance,
and choosing friendship over confession.
Not all love stories are meant to be lived out loud.
Some are meant to be carried quietly,
with acceptance instead of regret.
Maybe not in this lifetime—
but the feeling was real, and that is enough.

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May be in another lifetime I guess

Sa bawat araw na lumilipas.. oras, minuto. Isang katanungan lamang ang pumapasok sa utak ko. May pag asa nga ba ako?

Nang ikay aking unang masulyapan, hindi ko mawari ang nararamdaman. Tila sumisikip ang dibdib na di alam ang pinang galingan isang katanongan lang ang pumasok sa aking isipan (umiibig ba ako? . AY SIYA PALA!! mula elementarya bukam bibig ng kaklase ko ang pangalan niya. Ngunit ako wala lang. Nakatunganga sa kawalan iniisip, sino nga ba yan?

Dumating ang sakin na pandemya. Quarantine walang balita. Modular, pahirapan pa ang tinatawag na communication. 'Di ko alam kaklase ko pala siya. In 2 years of pandemic hindi man lng ako nagkaroon ng koriosidad kung sino nga ba ang mga kaklase ko. All throughout clueless si ate girl nyo diba.

Okey... year 2022 unti unti nang bumabalik ang mga nakagawian, pati narin ang face to face classes. And at that time, hindi ko alam na doon na pala magsisimula na kung tawagin ko ay tagong pag-ibig.
Fast forward grade 10. Year 2023 hindi na simpleng classmate nalang ang pagtingin ko sa kaniya. Iba nato sabi ko sa sarili ko. Sa bawat sulyap ko sa kaniya iisa lang ang tanging pumapasok sa aking isipan. "Gwapo" pero hindi ko sinasabi syempre friends kami eh. And at that time nag ka relationship siya. Syempre as a friend dapat supportive ka pero deep inside masakit gale siya. The same man ang natabo sa grade 11 nag ka relationship siya after broken up nila ka miga ya. So feel ko basi may chance ako. Pro because of misunderstanding wala ko na gin padayon ang pag express ko ka feelings ko siya. I kept my feeling for my self. Syempre kita ko nga malipayon siya eh. But I have this kind of batasan nga ma attitude and clingy at the same time. Clingy ako especially to these boys nga indi gid amo na ka straight. And now year 2026 4 years of hidden feelings it will be remain hidden. I don't wanna risk our friendship just because of my feelings. Its okey may be in another life time, I guess.

📩 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬

Here is another entry, quiet, tender, and full of unspoken feelings. A story about admiration from a distance, about noticing someone without anyone else knowing, and learning that some hearts are meant to quietly hold their love.

Sometimes love doesn’t need a confession.
Sometimes love just exists—softly, in the background, and leaves a mark that lingers.

Read gently. Some stories are about what never happens, but what is felt deeply.

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“I admire you from afar, like a song I love but never get to play out loud.”

I first noticed him on the first day of school during the flag ceremony. I didn’t know his name yet and I didn’t even know he was a transferee, but something about him caught my attention right away. I couldn’t say it then, not even to myself, but deep down I knew he was my type. Like, for real.

After that day, I started looking for him without meaning to. I would check hallways and scan crowds, hoping I might see him. Then one day, I spotted him from the other building. I acted like it was nothing, like I wasn’t even looking, but honestly his face card was unreal. Everything else blurred. Every time I saw him, it felt like he was the only person I could see.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. That was when I realized I had fallen. Quietly and unexpectedly.

As days passed, we would see each other almost every day. We’d pass by one another, but he never looked my way. I couldn’t look at him either. I didn’t want to be obvious. I didn’t want anyone to notice. Only my two closest friends knew the truth (mga 6 months pa bago ko nasugid kananda). Everyone else had no idea. They would tease me, asking who my crush was and trying to guess from my posts, but I never gave them a name.

Months later, a friend casually mentioned her crush. And it was him. I asked who it was even though I already knew. I laughed and played along when everyone teased her. Sometimes I told myself I should stop feeling this way, especially since he was someone else’s crush. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. Every time I saw him, my heart still beat faster.

I still don’t have the courage to confess. Maybe because I already know there’s no chance (kay lalake manko). And maybe that’s okay. Some feelings are not meant to be spoken.

We had a few small interactions during KamFil event and during Students’ Day. I still don’t know how I managed to talk to him face to face. Maybe courage really does show up when you least expect it.

So if you ever read this, hello. I may never tell you in person, but I will always admire you from afar.