Last January, Tinig ng Plaridel released a call for contributions of their stories of love and loss within Plaridel Hall, the home of College of Mass Communication students. Of all submissions, seven entries were chosen for a week-long run as a pre-Valentine’s Day series.
By Kitakits (Journalism)
I’ve met you several times before, and in all those times you didn’t matter. You were just a name and I was just a face. But when I met you that October day in Maskom I knew it would be the beginning – of how you would matter the most to me… of how you would mean the world.
It was just another bad day in a bad week. I went to Maskom to see a friend and then, I met you. You were nice and funny and you had the kind of smile that felt like it would lead to a joke. And most of the time, it did.
Meeting you made me happy in such an unhappy time. Being with you makes me a different kind of happy. Knowing you more and being your friend feels like a fist bump in the air at the end of Breakfast Club.
I hope someday I get to say these things things to you. I hope someday these words would reach you. I hope someday, for once, my dreams could meet reality.
(Entries submitted to Tinig ng Plaridel are subject to technical editing by a member of the Features staff.)