Then she started looking at me again, and uttered these words, "What is your name?" It took me several seconds before I answered her. "Phil- I answered in a trembling voice. .
Days and weeks had passed and we became good friends. And as our friendship turned into months and years, we then became best friends. We spend most of our time with each other: attending Sunday mass, eating ice cream at the nearby playground, ridding our bikes. And sometimes at night, when we couldn't sleep, we just hang out on each other's veranda, and talked about some nonsense conversations, just to make ourselves sleepy. We shared almost everything, even our top secrets. She was older by two years. And her body was matured enough to attract boys. And most of the boys in our neighborhood had their eyes on her and some of them were mad at me for the reason that they cannot do anything to be noticed by her because I was with her, all the time. And whenever someone was trying to impress her, she always calls for me to get rid of them (even if I was too small). .
And as time went on, we both gained three years in age. I grew taller and my voice was changing. And she grew more beautiful than she was three years ago. We became more matured but are friendship was still the same the way it was. I found myself falling in love with her. Before I was just fascinated about her looks but I realized that she was perfect in everything. But I never told her what I felt about her because I don't want to risk a good friendship. .
In the 18th night of April her mother told me news about her daughter's condition, which had changed my life. Mrs. Gomez told me that her daughter has a cancer in her heart, which is to risky to be operated. And it might cause her life to end. After I heard the news that night I went up to my room and straight outside the veranda. As I tried to lie down on my "duyan," tears in my eyes suddenly just rolled down on my cheeks.