Remember those butterflies in high school? Yeah, the ones that went bonkers whenever your campus crush even glanced your way?
We’ve all been there. Doodling initials in notebooks, crafting pa-cute strategies with your besties during recess, maybe even dedicating a line or two in the school yearbook (assuming nakalusot sa strict adviser!)
But life, as we all know, loves to throw curveballs faster than a pitcher on gatas at itlog diet. And sometimes, those curveballs come in the form of Facebook relationship statuses.
Case in point: My high school crush. The one who could make my heart do a tinikling routine with just a smile. Yeah, him. Last week, picture-perfect wedding photos plastered all over my feed.
And just when I thought the kilig nostalgia couldn’t get any stronger? A new post appeared. A sonogram photo. With the caption: “Little one on the way! #Blessed #LoveWins #FamilyFirst”
From Campus Heartthrob to Family Man: A Timeline of “Wait, What?!
Look, I’m all for celebrating love. Spreading good vibes? Count me in. But even the most supportive friend needs a moment to process these kinds of life updates.
It’s like finding your old “Future Boyfriend” notebook and realizing your predictions were about as accurate as your Tita’s tsismis.
So, naturally, I did what any self-respecting millennial would do: I went full-on Marites mode.
The Investigation Begins: Unearthing the Love Story
Operation “From Heartthrob to Husband” commenced with a simple Facebook stalk. Because let’s be real, social media is the modern-day equivalent of your friendly neighborhood tsismosa.
Turns out, the new Mrs. Campus Crush wasn’t a familiar face. No shared classes, no mutual friends (at least, none that Facebook could reveal). A complete and utter mystery. Intriguing, to say the least.
Hours later, after scrolling through years of tagged photos, event invites, and cryptic comments, I managed to piece together a rough timeline:
- Senior Year, Graduation Day: The last documented sighting of my crush in our high school universe. After that, poof! Vanished into thin air. (Or, more accurately, flew off to a university hundreds of miles away).
- The Great Unknown: A period shrouded in social media silence. Was he acing exams? Joining fraternities? Discovering his passion for competitive badminton? The world may never know.
- Three Years Ago: Boom! Back on the grid, looking more like a leading man in a teleserye than ever. (Seriously, did universities start offering “How to Look Dashing While Debating World Issues” electives?)
- Two Years Ago: The First Sign. A photo with a girl. Captioned with a simple, yet significant, heart emoji. My detective senses tingled.
- One Year Ago: The Confirmation. That heart emoji evolved into gushing anniversary posts, romantic getaways documented in envy-inducing detail, and declarations of love that would make even the most cynical heart melt. A little.
- Six Months Ago: The Engagement. The ring? A sparkling testament to “go big or go home.” The proposal? Probably something involving a flash mob, fireworks, and Ed Sheeran serenading them live.
- Last Week: The Wedding. And now, the imminent arrival of a little bundle of joy. Talk about a whirlwind romance.
The Aftermath: Dealing with Secondhand Shookt
So, there you have it. The evolution of my high school crush from charming classmate to taken (and soon-to-be father).
Do I still feel a twinge of “what if?” Maybe. But mostly, I feel a strange sense of closure.
It’s like that last piece of turon at the school canteen. You always hoped you’d snag it, but secretly knew someone else would get there first. And hey, at least it went to someone who (hopefully) appreciates its crispy, golden goodness.
Besides, life’s too short to dwell on missed connections, especially when there’s a whole buffet of potential kilig moments waiting to be discovered.
Who knows? Maybe my future sweetheart is currently perfecting his panliligaw skills, reading up on all the latest viral memes, and patiently waiting for the right moment to slide into my DMs.
Now wouldn’t that be a story worth telling?