From Our Readers: To the Boy I'm Willing To Wait For

If only I'd ever known that I'd fall for you, I could've stopped myself right at that moment. But for now, I'm four months too late.

I've always tried to convince myself that boys of our age were total players who only go for the pretty and the popular; the ones who chase after girls who are not on the same level as they were, and become totally devastated by the mere fact that they will only get rejected in the end. That was pretty much how I saw our fellow guy batchmates. During that time, I never felt guilty about generalizing the opposite sex... All because of one guy who broke my heart. And from then on, I built these walls around me, to defend myself from boys who were probably just going to fool around with my feelings. I proudly saw myself as a man-hater which was ironic in my case, because from time to time, I went on liking one guy to another. Nothing really serious, just a few crushes for the same cliche reasons: Something to gossip over with the barkada, and someone to play the role of an ideal future husband in my daydreaming sessions. Never did any become the first thing that came into my head in the morning, nor the last thought before I always went to sleep... Until the day I met you on the first day of our senior year at high school.

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