I love you. You love him. He loves someone else.

The three of us promised to remain friends and only as friends. I thought I was the one who will break the rule since I had already developed feelings toward her before the promise was made.But the plot started that I won’t be playing the antagonist role.

It was the first ‘Simbang gabi’ when I was informed officially that they were boyfriend-girlfriend. They narrated me how it started. It was an instant affair! Of course, you wouldn’t expect me pass on good wishes to them. I remained quiet. Still, I attended the mass. I hoped God could dry my eyes.
Days passed and they heard nothing from me. I pretended nothing happened. I even joined their company and left them when I was asked. Whenever they came close, images flashed taking me to those old times. They were those instances whose meanings were just recently understood.
After completing the Christmas novena, God knows I did not wish that their breakup would happen. Really. Fate did.
He’s now sure on his true emotion. He chose to love someone else. He’s not worthy of her love – the same love that I longed for. He reasoned that his move was fair. He did not want to further hurt her again. That was fair – we were all wounded.
Then, she sat next to me. She was holding the crumpled letter while she’s asking the why’s and how’s. She cried next to me. She didn’t notice I was crying too.
But there’s twist in the story which happened first. The guy came and requested me to help him write the breakup letter for her. It was granted.
The pen was indeed mighty.