Happily never after...

I prayed for words to stop sounding like goodbye.

Time fluctuates.

You are told from the moment you enter school that time is constant. It never changes. It is one of those set things in life that you can always rely on… much like death and taxes. There will always be sixty seconds in a minute. There will always be sixty minutes in an hour. And there will always be twenty-four hours in a day. Time was not fluctuating. It moved on at the same, constant pace at every moment in your life.

And that was the biggest load of crap that I’d ever been taught in school.

Truth was, time did fluctuate. It was easy to lose hours or even days in a blink of an eye. Other times, it was a struggle to get through a mere hour. It ebbed and flowed as relentlessly as the tides, and just as powerfully too. The moments that you wanted to last forever were the ones that were washed away all too soon. The moments that you wanted to speed up, were slowed down to a snail’s pace.

That was the truth of the matter. And my life… was flash-forwarding, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It seemed only yesterday that I entered this school and met wonderful people. I was frightened and naïve then, there’s only so much change I can handle. Coming from different places with different upbringing, character and opinion were 29 people I became friends with. Our first year was carefree and light, caught up with yesterday’s playfulness – treasuring the last bits of elementary’s mischievous games. The jejemon/emo/tween roots were shown that year. And that’s okay because we accepted each other. In the end we knew we’d just laugh and share stories about it.

It’s so quiet I can hear the tiny ticking noises that the clock is making.

Down to 28, each day we got closer and closer together, forming bonds of friendship that will last. There were ones who left but nevertheless stayed in our hearts. In spite of that, there were ones who came. (Maybe that’s why people come and go, for new ones to enter.) They need not to be like us to fit in, they only needed to be themselves and they were. Around this time of us being together were the trials we faced, new experiences we gained and most importantly, endured life.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Time moves on, no matter what. Not enough days? Time doesn’t care. Tick tock, time runs on. Tick tock.

We discovered our gay selves by our sophomore year. How did we get to that? With the help of magic, mayhem, and memories, we are Geise. We are carefree and light-hearted people looking out for each other, a family. There’s so much to say about it but time’s running out. Suddenly, I remember one of Albert Einstein’s theories about time. The closer the speed is to the speed of light, the slower time goes. What if I just ran around the house with a clock in my hand? Could I stall?

Here comes the time we dread yet hoped for the most, our final year. For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. And for everything you gain, you lose something else. Bittersweet. It’s time for us to go our separate ways and conquer new challenges. Yet, finally, we are about to graduate. Isn’t this what we’ve all wanted? No, we didn’t want all of it, at least not the saying-goodbye-to-our-friends part. It may be hard but we have to - in order to grow. No need to worry though, we’ll meet again. I am fully resolved to make that happen. The great moments shared would not be forgotten. As for the Geise, they tilted my world on its axis and showed me that the sun can really shine. And every time a storm passes by, a rainbow appears. These would not have been possible without friends made along the way, and the guidance of teachers that turned out to be great mentors, parents, advice-givers, outlet, and support.

Tick tock.

It’s frightening how the thought of someone taken away from you can do to a person. It was like a critical void that needed filling—and they were the only one who can.

Tick—10 days. Tock—9 days. And counting.

I want a guy who reads to me.