A very suspicious visitor keeps popping up in my friendster. I recognized her through the thumbnail even before I maximized the page. I just don’t understand why she would have a picture of her and Sam in it.
Then I laughed to myself because I remember the shirt Sam had on that picture was the same one in my laundry basket. It must have been an old pic so I opened my profile for her to look at… especially with my pictures of Sam and me in it.
My shoutout says, “You can look at my pictures anytime. Look. Look.”
Hers read, “You can have all of me or nothing.’ Which I thought was way funny because I cannot imagine pimping myself to anyone since I’ve never been the competitive type. Why do you need other women to keep off your man if you are the only woman in his life anyway?
Until I know that it’s not true. I am not the only woman after all.
She opened her friendster profile for public viewing and I wasn’t supposed to take the bait when I saw pictures of her with Sam. And more pictures of her with Sam. And pictures of her with Sam’s sisters – in Paseo, Cebu. Paseo just opened this March and we were already together that time.
She came to Cebu, that fact was obvious. She was with Sam. She came to Sam’s house because there was one picture there that had an illustration of WELCOME TITA in it and it was made by Sam’s nieces and nephews – the same brat squad that I’ve grown to be fond of. She was with Sam in Moalbaol, too, the time I asked Sam where he was and he justified the tan as some election thing in Moalboal.
It hurt. PERIOD.
Because I always believe in the good of everyone. Because I’ve always wanted everyone to be good. Because I’ve always believed.
He taught me things. He taught me not to trust anyone adding you up in Friendster. He told me that its best to think that you are not the only one in someone’s life. He made me patient. He made me understand that people who are controlling have very low self-esteem. He made me realize how weak people can be and how confident they appear on the outside is the complete opposite of how they are inside. He taught me to avoid people like him. Or I’d be punk’d.
Punk’d or not, I’m just sad to say that this story has reached its end. Maybe the whole idea of telling it was jinxed but the story finally can no longer find any way to tell something significant because Sam and Mari are no longer together.