Your Ghost

I saw you. You were very much alive. You and your friends. You talked to me like there’s nothing wrong. At first, I didn’t believe it. I talked to your friends normally, and I didn’t talk to you. But then you treated me as you did before.

Somewhere in the middle of something important, I was sleepy so I lay down in front of you but not facing you. You were somewhere behind me. I closed my eyes so I could sleep. I was somewhat uncomfortable. After a few seconds, something crawled behind my back. It felt like an arm, and it made its way around my waist. I felt it. And I knew it was yours. The way you were holding me before. I recognized it was yours. And I let off a smile. You held me for some time, and for a moment, I thought it was real.

Intimacy is different from Commitment

As I write, I am reflecting upon my experiences in this area of my life. I have been in very complicated cases but not so as most of the people I know. And in my experience, I have learned so much, that I wouldn't trade those lessons for anything. And I hope that by sharing these, I would help others in the most dire times.

At the age of 15, I was a simple girl. By simple, I mean I didn't engage in any irrelevant events, I was trapped in a daily routine of house-to-school-to-house. And during vacations, I was trained to be kept at home, doing the household chores I could possibly do. I did not even know my neighbors since I was the girl who kept to herself. Then I joined a youth organization in the local church as my relatives have recommended me to. There I met this young boy of almost my age. He was very talented (in the name of music). He was, in my observance of him, an immature, reckless, rude, a typical bad boy. He also came to be the boy next door of which haven't interested me until that time.