A/N: This story is a true-story.Not a work of fiction. It's based on my life. Enjoy! ^^

 

Hi there! Do you still remember me? I'm the little girl you used to play with when we were kids, up in that Indian Mango tree, behind our houses. I still remember waking up early during weekends and go to the back of our house and climb the tree. Then you and one of our childhood friends, my first girl-friend /best friend come and the three of us play. It's usually just us three, but on some days other kids come to play.

 

I remember playing house with you and that best friend of mine. You were the dad, I am the Mom, and her the child. The tree was our home, and we would pick up debris from home constructions like broken tiles as money, and junk food plastics as food. It feels so weird now that I'm trying to recall it, was being a kid during those times really that fun? I guess you really are my puppy love, for I would always look forward to playing house with you.

During those times, my best friend and I would talk about you and your friend saying that, "What if they're also talking about us? What if he is saying that, "I really like her"." Funny isn't it? How innocent crushes seem so simple and carefree during those years? How can things be so complicated in adulthood when during our childhood, we play games like these?

I always hang out at your place. I remember you have this black dog, but he isn't around anymore. We always play in that second room in your house, with your big brother. We play kitchen and bahay-bahayan (house). I can't remember the rest, but I know there's a lot more. I guess time does make memories fade, doesn't it?

But then family problems arose, and your family left. I don't know why I can't remember your family leaving or you saying goodbye. I guess our circle of friends during those years that we just didn't play together anymore. You've migrated with your family to the States, and I guess that's when our story ends.

 

In my 20-something year old self, I am writing this. Just feeling a bit nostalgic I guess, since I've seen you on my newsfeed with a picture of your wife. I still remember the time when she added me on Facebook and I was like, "Seriously? Why'd she add me?" But shrugging it all off, I accepted her friend request. And as I rechecked your Facebook as I was writing this, I noticed something... You're not my friend anymore! Did I unfriend you accidentally? Or did you unfriend me? Or were we never friends ever before?

But since you've been married for almost a year now, belated congratulations my dear puppy love. As I was writing this, I was listening to Sam Concepcion's song "Dati". As the song goes, 

"Ngunit ngayo'y malayo ka't malabong mangyari. Ang aking pagtingin, bulong na lang sa hangin. Pangarap na lang din..." (Rough translation (smh): But now you're far away and it's not clear if it will happen. My feelings for you, I'll whisper them to the wind. Are just dreams now...)

I've realized that you'll just be a part of my childhood memories for we've went on separate paths and are living our own lives. With just these memories to keep us entertained when we happen to remember them.

P.S. if you are the person I am referring to and you happen to read this, please just laugh it off. And I hope that it made you smile somehow. ^^,

- The little girl who played with you during your childhood days, and who had a puppy love on you

P.S. All pictures used were not mine. ctto. I searched them from Google. ;)