it's all water under the bridge.
Y is a college friend from the philippines who came to brussels for a meeting. and since he's here, he thought it would be good to visit me on the side. although i thought otherwise, the filipino hospitality in me prevailed, so he stayed in my flat from friday until sunday afternoon before his flight.
i wasn't too keen to see him. although we shared good times in college, we ended it in a not-so-good note years back. nothing is clear to me now of what really happened and why, but up until the moment before we saw each other here in brussels, i really didn't know where and how start with him. thanks to the amareto that i ordered for myself, and a beer for him and A, another friend who accompanied us, the laughter we used to share was back and i knew then that all was well.
i planned a whole weekend for Y. a visit to the bookfair at leuven on saturday and a tour on sunday of the city with an itinerary prepared by my lovely belgian classmate, I. A and C accompanied us to leuven, and i could tell from Y's laughter that he was enjoying the company as well as the trip. we attended mass at night with fellow pinoys and ate with them at a dinner that followed after. sunday, Y and i went for lunch at L's after the city tour. L bought a cake for Y and gave him a parting gift. Y was touched by L's gesture. he even told me that although he has been here many times, this was his first memorable trip to europe.
if not for the flu that i was developing two days before Y arrived, we could have done more, but i really had to rest. then came the time for goodbyes. he said he's coming back, hopefully with the same scholarship that i have. i bid him luck and farewell.
i felt sorry for how i felt about him before he arrived. i underestimated him and his potential. note to self: it's all water under the bridge.
this is marc's version of the truth, sometime at 7:50 PM
if you can't live with it, he can.
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