4. We became together

I used to think my life was a canvas of monotony, painted with dull hues of routine and predictability. Every day blended into the next, a never-ending cycle of wake, study, sleep, repeat. But then, like a splash of vibrant color, Jarred burst into my world, and everything changed.

At first, it was just a subtle shift in the palette of my life. A chance encounter, a fleeting smile, a whispered hello. But with each passing day, the colors deepened, richened, and darkened, until I found myself lost in a kaleidoscope of emotions.I remember the first time we went on a date, how my heart skipped a beat as he walked towards me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

I remember the way my skin tingled as he brushed his hand against mine, the way my soul felt like it was soaring as we talked long into the night.As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I found myself falling deeper and deeper under Jarred's spell. It was like I had been living in black and white, and suddenly, he had brought color into my life.But with the colors came the contradictions.

The excitement and the fear, the joy and the uncertainty. I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, balancing between the thrill of the unknown and the comfort of the familiar.And yet, with every step, I felt myself becoming more and more alive. More and more myself. It was like Jarred had awakened a part of me that I never knew existed, a part that was vibrant, and messy, and beautiful.

As I look back on that first date, I realize that it was just the beginning of a journey. A journey of self-discovery, of growth, of love. And I know that no matter what the future holds, I will always be grateful for that splash of color, that burst of life, that is Jarred.

Ashe's question hung in the air like a challenge. "Kelan mo ba siya sasagutin?"

When would I finally give Jarred an answer? Eleven months of courtship had passed, and I knew I couldn't keep him waiting forever."Sa Saturday," I replied, my voice firm with resolve.

I had been weighing my decision for what felt like an eternity, but I knew it was time to put Jarred out of his misery.As I thought back on our time together, I realized that Jarred had shown me a kind of sincerity and genuine devotion that I had never experienced before.

He had proven himself to be patient, kind, and understanding, always knowing exactly what to say to make me feel seen and heard.

I had grown so comfortable with him that I felt like I could be my true self around him, flaws and all. And instead of turning away, he had embraced me with open arms, kissing away my imperfections and insecurities.

There were times when I doubted myself, when my self-esteem had plummeted and I felt like I wasn't good enough. But Jarred had been there to lift me up, to remind me of my worth and beauty. He believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself.And that was the greatest gift he had given me - the gift of unwavering support and unconditional love. He had given it to me freely, without expectation or demand. And now, it was time for me to give him an answer

"Sa graduation natin?" Ashe asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded, a grin spreading across my face.

"Your whole family are there, right?" she added, and I nodded again, feeling a thrill of anticipation.I couldn't help but think about how I would give Jarred my answer. This was my first time, and he would be my first boyfriend. I had dated guys before, but it never went beyond the talking stage, and most of them didn't last more than a few months. Five months was the longest, with my almost-lover.

Ashe broke into my thoughts, asking, "Paano mo siya sasagutin?" I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement.

"Sa graduation celebration ko, sa Khai's Cafe. Magse-set up ako ng place for the two of us, and dun ko siya isu-surprise."Ashe's eyes widened with excitement.

"Finally, magkakajowa ka na!" she exclaimed. I laughed, feeling a sense of joy.

"Ikaw kelan?" I asked, teasing her.Ashe rolled her eyes.

"Never, you know me. I don't believe in that kind of rubbish." I nodded, knowing her well.

She had been hurt before, and now she didn't believe in love. It was sad, because she used to be a romantic, just like me.We sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the school's hidden garden.

Suddenly, a song filled the air, and Ashe's eyes lit up. "I really love this song," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Kelan ka pa nahilig sa love song?" I teased. Ashe shot me a sarcastic look.

"Porket hindi naniniwala, ayaw na agad ng love song?"I laughed. "I love the melody and the meaning of the song," Ashe said, her voice softer now.

i couldn't help but think about the meaning of the song. The lyrics swirled in my mind, a poignant reminder of the love and devotion that the singer had for the one they loved.The song was a masterpiece, a beautiful expression of the human experience. It spoke of the kind of love that transcended time and space, a love that was constant and unwavering.

The song was 'Palagi' by TJ Monterde and KZ Tandingan. The first time I heard this song and read the lyrics, I realized the meaning of the song, and I made a promise to the Lord. I promised that whoever is the first guy to sing and dedicate this song to me without me telling him to, he will be the guy I will marry. And if we break up, then I won't get married.

"I'm on my way," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I gazed out the window, anticipation coursing through my veins.

Jarred's voice was a gentle hum on the other end of the line, a soothing soundtrack to my excitement. We had plans to watch a movie together on the rooftop of my lola's house, a humble three-story abode that reminded me of the charming Turkish dramas I loved. The image of the female lead's cozy home flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile at the similarity

As I stepped out into the warm evening air, I spotted Jarred leaning against the gate, his eyes locked on mine with an effortless charm that left me breathless. His hair was mussed, his gray sweatpants and sweater a relaxed contrast to his usual polished look.

Time seemed to slow as our eyes met, the world around us melting away like a watercolor painting in the rain. The leaves on the trees froze in mid-air, the wind holding its breath as Jarred's smile crept across his face, illuminating the entire scene.In that instant, I knew I was irretrievably lost in the depths of his eyes, my heart tumbling into the abyss of love like a feather on a gust of wind. And I knew, with a certainty that shook me to my core, that I would never be the same again.

"Hey," Jarred called out, his voice low and smooth. I turned to him, my smile instinctive. My eyes landed on his right hand, and my heart skipped a beat as I took in the handmade scarf he was holding.

"For you," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he handed me the scarf. "I made it myself."

I was taken aback, my confusion evident. "Why? It's not my birthday yet, is it?" I teased, trying to play it cool.Jarred chuckled, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he flinched it.

"No, your birthday's on September. Pero hindi naman need ng birthday para sa regalo, right? I felt my cheeks warm up, and I tried to hide my smile.

I didn't want him to know how much his thoughtful gesture had affected me. But it was hard to keep a straight face when he was looking at me with such kindness in his eyes.

Astig astig dapat ako eh. Panira talaga to. HAHAHA

"Thanks, but why a scarf?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Eh ang init naman sa Pinas."

Jarred's smile grew wider. "I know, but I remembered how much you loved that scene in 'True Beauty' where Lee Soo-ho makes a scarf for Ju-kyung. You were so touched by it, and I wanted to give you something that would make you feel special."My heart melted at his words.

He had been paying attention to me, and he knew exactly how to make me feel loved. I couldn't hide my smile anymore."Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Jarred's eyes sparkled with delight, and he smiled back at me. "It's getting cold, let's go inside."

As we made our way to the rooftop, the evening air enveloped us, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The rooftop was a serene oasis, with a lush garden surrounding a cozy little nook.

A small airbed, adorned with a crisp white bedsheet, five plush pillows, and a soft blanket, beckoned us to snuggle up and watch the stars. Jarred told me that this was his favorite spot to sleep when he spent his breaks with his Lola. They'd lie here, gazing up at the night sky, watching the stars twinkle to life.

The hanging light bulb above us cast a warm, golden glow, making the atmosphere feel even more magical.As we settled in, Jarred asked, "What do you want to watch?"

I couldn't help but smile, feeling like I was living out a childhood dream. This was the stuff of rom-coms - a cozy rooftop, a projector, and a snuggle buddy."Disney movie," I replied, my eyes sparkling with excitement. Jarred grinned and chose Beauty and the Beast.

As he sat down beside me, he tucked the blanket around my legs, his touch sending shivers down my spine."Mahamogan ka at baka makagat ka ng lamok," he said, his voice low and husky, as he handed me a bowl of fluffy popcorn. I smiled up at him, feeling grateful for this little slice of heaven we'd created together. As the movie began, we snuggled in, the night air wrapping around us like a warm hug.

As we watched the movie, Jarred's arm slowly wrapped around my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, feeling his warmth and comfort. His ghost smile made my heart skip a beat.

We were lost in the magic of Beauty and the Beast, "Cute." My eyes glued to the screen as Belle discovered the enchanted rose. The scene was my favorite, and I felt like I was experiencing it for the first time, with Jarred by my side.

Oww!! to receive that enchanted rose.

As the night wore on, I began to feel sleepy. Jarred whispered, "Sleepy na?" his voice soft and gentle.

I nodded, and he said, "Sleep kana. I'll sleep on the sofa."My eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

"Why? The bed is big enough for both of us." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.Jarred's response caught me off guard.

"We're not yet allowed to sleep together." I felt a pang of annoyance, thinking he was just making excuses and he actually does not want to sleep besides me.

Tsk palusot. Ayaw mo lang akong katabi matulog eh.

"Sabihin mo nalang na ayaw mokong katabi." I said pouting.

"It's not like that, Clyde." He said.

"Sus, ayaw mo lang talaga." I said.

But then he revealed his true feelings, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been dreaming of sleeping beside you, Clyde. I dream of waking up to your face every morning. As deeply as I yearn for it, and as often as I dream of it, I know we cannot share a bed just yet. I am still courting you, Clyde, and I want to honor you and our relationship. Even if we were to become one, it would still not be right. I refuse to take advantage of you or lead us down a path of temptation. Let us wait until our love is sanctified by the church, and our bond is strengthened by the blessings of God." My heart melted at his words, and I felt myself falling deeper in love with him. I knew I wouldn't let go of these feelings anymore.

As I woke up, the morning sunlight danced across my face, illuminating the exhaustion etched on my skin. I stumbled out of bed, my hair a tangled mess, my eyes puffy from sleep.

I made my way downstairs, the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafting up to greet me.In the kitchen, Jarred stood, his broad shoulders flexing as he expertly flipped a pancake. His fitted sando showcased his chiseled physique, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

But as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my confidence deflated. My bare face, devoid of makeup, looked pale and wan. My hair resembled a bird's nest, and my eyes seemed sunken.Insecurity crept in, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart.

What if Jarred found someone more beautiful, more radiant than me? Someone who didn't need makeup to shine?Just as tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes, Jarred's warm voice enveloped me.

"Good morning, Beautiful." I felt a lump form in my throat as I turned away, ashamed of my disheveled appearance.But Jarred wouldn't let me hide. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

"Hey, why are you crying?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.I burst into tears, my emotions spilling out like a dam breaking.

"What our problem? hmm?" he asked again.

"I look so ugly," I sobbed. "What if you find someone better than me? Someone who's beautiful without makeup?"Jarred listened, his chest a steady beat against my cheek. When I finally calmed down, he held me at arm's length, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky.I avoided his gaze, ashamed, but he gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"You are beautiful," he declared, his voice dripping with conviction.

"You are beautiful in every way. When you wake up, when you're tired, when you're stressed, when you're crying... You are beautiful, with or without makeup."His words soothed my frazzled nerves, calming the storm within me. I felt my heart swell with emotion as I gazed up at him, my eyes locking onto his.

"You don't have to feel insecure around other women," he continued, his voice a gentle breeze on a summer day. "You shine in your own way, Clyde. You are radiant, inside and out."

In the midst of my self-doubt and insecurity, Jarred's words were a soothing balm to my soul. He was my rock, my shelter, my safe haven. With every gentle phrase, he calmed my fears, assured me of my beauty, and reminded me of my worth. I was a precious gem in his eyes, and he treated me as such.

As I stood before the mirror, my makeup artist busy at work, I couldn't help but think of Jarred. Today was my graduation day, and it was also the day I planned to reveal my true feelings to him. Eleven months of waiting, of longing, of loving him from afar. My heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of it.

Just then, my makeup artist interrupted my reverie. "Ma'am, may nagpa-deliver po sa inyo." She handed me a box adorned with delicate paper cherry blossoms. My heart fluttered as I recognized the flowers.

As I opened the box, a note slipped out, carrying the sweet scent of Jarred's love.

"Hi, there my Beautiful Belle,

I'm sorry I couldn't give this to you personally, because I was busy with preparations. I hope you'll like my graduation gift.

From your Beast."

My eyes widened as I lifted the lid, revealing the enchanted rose from Beauty and the Beast. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. It was exquisite, a masterpiece of delicate petals and twinkling lights. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized the depth of Jarred's love for me. He had given me a piece of our own fairy tale, a symbol of our love that would bloom forever.

As I stand in front of the mirror, I can barely recognize the person staring back at me. The girl with the messy bun and worn-out jeans has transformed into a confident, poised young woman in a elegant black gown.

My makeup artist fusses over my hair, making sure every strand is in place. My mom beams with pride, her eyes shining with happy tears. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. As I make my way to the venue, I'm bombarded with memories of the past four years.

Late-night study sessions, crazy laughter with friends, and quiet moments of introspection. It's surreal to think that this chapter of my life is coming to a close.As I take my seat on stage, I scan the crowd for familiar faces. My family, friends, and... Jarred. My heart skips a beat as our eyes meet. He's beaming with pride, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

The ceremony begins, and I'm transported to a world of nostalgia and excitement. As I walk across the stage to receive my diploma, I feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I did it. I graduated as Summa cum laude.

As the graduates toss their caps in the air, I'm caught up in the euphoria of the moment. I'm surrounded by friends, family, and the love of my life. What more could I ask for?As we take our final group photo, Jarred slips his hand into mine.

I look up at him, and he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners."I'm so proud of you, Clyde," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.I smile back at him, feeling my heart overflow with love and gratitude.

My mom's voice cut through the chatter, "Jarred, sumabay ka na sa amin." I could sense her excitement, her approval of our relationship evident in her warm smile.

She'd always known that Jarred was special, and I was grateful for her unwavering support.As we posed for photos with friends and professors, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jarred. He was beaming with pride, his eyes shining with happiness. My heart swelled with emotion, knowing that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

At Khai's cafe, my mom's former student whose also the owner greeted us with a warm smile. "Thank you po, Ate," I said. As I thanked Ate Koji, her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You're welcome, Baby Clyde," she said, her voice dripping with warmth. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as Jarred's eyebrows shot up in curiosity.

"Baby Clyde?" he repeated, his voice tinged with delight. Ate Koji chuckled, launching into a story about my childhood antics.

"Her mom, Ma'am Bianca, was my senior high school teacher, and Baby Clyde here was just five years old. She'd often bring her to school, and we'd all fawn over her adorable self."Jarred's eyes crinkled at the corners as he listened, his face alight with amusement.

"I can just imagine how cute you were as a little girl," he said, his voice low and husky. I grinned, feeling a little shy but also pleased that he was so interested in my childhood.

"I'm not a baby anymore, Ate Koji," I exclaimed, trying to sound dignified despite the teasing glint in Jarred's eye. Ate Koji just laughed, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Subrang kulit niyan! Mas na-stress pa kami sa batang 'yan kesa sa research namin!" Jarred chuckled, clearly entertained by the story. I felt my face grow hotter, wondering if he'd think I was still a naughty little girl.

But then I decided to tease Ate Koji back, saying, "Yeah, I became your daughter with the guy who broke your heart, kaya mugtong-mugto mata mo noon sa graduation niyo!"

Ate Koji's laughter stopped abruptly, and she glared at me, pouting adorably. "Foul!" she exclaimed, making me laugh.

Just as Ate Koji and I were getting into our playful banter, the MC's voice cut through the chatter, interrupting our little exchange. Her eyes met mine, and I caught the subtle signal she was sending my way. It was a discreet nod, a hint of a smile, and a sparkle in her eye that said, "It's showtime!" I felt a thrill of excitement as I took a deep breath, ready to put my plan into action...

Jarred raised an eyebrow, curious about what was about to unfold.The MC took the stage, and I gave her a secret nod. This was it - the moment I'd been planning for weeks.

"I'd like to call Mr. Jarred Garcia to come in front," the MC announced, her voice clear and confident.Jarred's eyes widened in surprise, but he made his way to the front, a charming smile on his face.

The MC asked him to share a message for me, and he began to speak, his words heartfelt and sincere.But just as he was about to reveal his feelings, the lights went out, plunging the cafe into darkness.

I felt a jolt of surprise, my heart racing with anticipation. And then, Jarred's voice cut through the silence, "This is for you."As the lights flickered back to life, I gasped in shock.

Jarred was standing in front of me, a guitar slung over his shoulder. He began to strum the strings, and a familiar melody filled the air. My heart soared, my emotions overflowing as I realized that Jarred had been planning a surprise of his own

Hindi man araw-araw na nakangiti

Ilang beses na rin tayong humihindi

'Di na mabilang ang ating mga tampuhan

Away-bati natin, 'di na namamalayan

I stood there, frozen in time, as Jarred's eyes locked onto mine. He took a deep breath, and his voice, low and husky, filled the air. The familiar melody of "Palagi" by TJ Monterde washed over me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Ngunit sa huli

Palagi

Babalik pa rin sa yakap mo

As he sang, his words pierced my soul, speaking directly to my heart. "Hanggang sa huli Palagi Pipiliin kong maging sayo" His voice cracked with emotion, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

Ulit ulitin man

Nais kong malaman mong

Iyo ako

Palagi

Palagi

I couldn't believe he was singing this song to me. The lyrics spoke of a love that's always present, always felt. It was as if he was pouring his heart out to me, telling me how much I meant to him.

Kung balikan man ang hirap, luha't lahat

Ikaw ang paborito kong desisyon at

Pag napaligiran ng ingay at ng gulo

Di ko pagpapalit ngiti mo sa mundo

Heto tayo

As Jarred's soulful voice filled the air, I was transported to a tapestry of memories, woven from the threads of our time together. I recalled the moments when I was a tempest, raging with emotions, and he was the calm, gentle breeze that soothed my soul.

His 11 months of devoted courtship had been a masterclass in understanding, acceptance, and unwavering companionship.With every tender note, I felt the weight of his love, a love that had seen beyond my flaws and chosen to cherish me, imperfections and all. He had been my safe haven, my shelter from life's storms, and my guiding star on the darkest of nights. And as I gazed into his eyes, shining bright with adoration, I knew that I was forever changed by the transformative power of his love.

Sa huli

Palagi

Babalik pa rin sa yakap mo

Hanggang sa huli

Palagi

Pipiliin kong maging sayo

Ulit ulitin man

Nais kong malaman mong

Iyo ako

I was entranced, my eyes never leaving his. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his love, and I never wanted to surface. This was the most romantic moment of my life, and I knew I'd never forget it.

Sa pagdating ng ating pilak at ginto

Diamante may abutin

Ikaw pa rin

Aking bituin

Natatangi kong dalangin

Hanggang sa huling siglo

A flashback of a tender moment flickered before my eyes, like a delicate watercolor painting. I remembered the day I had crumbled beneath the weight of my own insecurities, my tears falling like autumn rain as I poured out my fears to Jarred.But instead of dismissing my doubts or growing impatient, he had wrapped me in the warmth of his embrace, his voice a gentle balm that soothed my soul.

I felt a surge of gratitude and love for this beautiful soul, who had seen the fragmented pieces of my heart and chosen to love me still. His unwavering devotion had healed the cracks, restoring me to wholeness, and I knew that I would cherish him forever.

Sa huli

Palagi

Babalik pa rin sa yakap mo

Mahal sa huli

Palagi

Pipiliin kong maging sayo

Ulit ulitin man

As the final notes of the song faded away, Jarred's gaze remained locked on mine, piercing the very depths of my soul. I felt exposed, yet utterly safe, as if he could see every fragment of my being and loved me all the more for it.

With a gentle smile, he bridged the distance between us, his eyes never leaving mine. In his hands, he held a delicate bouquet of lavender hyacinth flowers, their fragrance wafting up to envelop me in a sweet, heady scent. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that these were my favorite flowers - a secret I had never shared with him, yet somehow, he had known.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I took in the thoughtful gesture. It was as if he had seen into the very heart of me, and loved me for all my quirks and secrets. I felt cherished, adored, and utterly his

Nais kong malaman mong

Iyo ako

Palagi

As the last note of the song faded away, Jarred's arms enveloped me in a warm, tender hug. I felt his love radiating from every pore, seeping into my very being. My heart swelled with emotion, and I was overwhelmed with joy, gratitude, and love.

In this moment, I knew that God had answered my prayers. He had sent me this kind, gentle soul, who loved me for who I am. I felt like I was walking on air, my feet barely touching the ground.

Jarred's voice whispered sweet nothings in my ear, "I love you, Trixie Clydelyn Hudson." My heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Tears of joy burst forth, streaming down my face as I hugged him back tightly. The words I'd longed to say finally spilled out, "I love you."In that instant, my heart soared.

The unreachable star I'd dreamed of touching was finally within my grasp. My greatest love, my answered prayer, was standing right in front of me, holding me close. Today, Jarred became mine, and I knew that our love would be the stuff of forever.

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Palagi - By Tj Monterde and Kz Tandingan