Propelling Windshield

Ed Angelo M. Dealola @edangelostyles

Losing control is Rhoma’s biggest fear. A worldly-wise woman, clothed with sophistication and suavity; she, among other women, had had her life already planned and mapped out.

Rhoma never missed a march to the top, she excels in almost everything she does. But there is one thing she might have missed on her journey to eminence and distinction — Jinny. They’re childhood bestfriends, Jinny, unlike Rhoma, is a nonchalant woman, a “devil-may-care”, and an easygoing peer. Surprisingly, they went along perfectly and they filled one’s shortness and lacking.

On the day of their graduation, Rhoma in her valedictorian speech, gave thanks to her parents for raising a strong woman like her, to her teachers for molding a competitive and skillful student, and to Jinny for always standing by her side, through thick and thin, sharp and edges, and through her successes and downfalls.

With her life already framed, Rhoma has been putting up her name as one of the most renowned youngest doctors in the country, she has been living the paradigm she created years back when she was younger. While her best friend, built her own ground in the music industry. They’ve grown to successful professionals, may have paved separate ways, but always bounded by their love for each other.

When their lives were in full control, it was a nonplus to hit the break.

Jinny saw more of what she had seen in Rhoma, for many years she tried to hide it, her love just can never be concealed, it found its own way of revealing, through time, in time. “I have no time for this.” Falling in love with people with their lives already planned is probably the bravest trail Jinny took on her long ride with Rhoma. It’s just that the engine cannot make it, it was short, but a fun ride.

These were the times when Jinny waited for Rhoma every single day on her board review, the times when she was there when Rhoma needed a friend to talk to, the times when she was there, willingly, unsolicitedly, were the times Rhoma needed to not lose control, yet it is also the time Rhoma needed to say she doesn’t need it.

It felt like the roadend for Jinny’s life, and her music just can’t save her, the music she once loved burned out all of a sudden. Day drinking she has been, wasted, lost, rash, and reckless. Night screamed and the morning she woke up, she’s lying in a hospital bed, paralyzed and disabled. Rhoma was there, Jinny chuckled happily, but she crossed and went into the other room. It was Jinny’s darkest times, when Rhoma couldn’t even bear to say hello.

Years have passed, Rhoma stayed the same, a young doctor of excellence, and Jinny managed to get back on track, making and producing music, the passion she once lost found its way back to her.

These were the times, Jinny will never know, when Rhoma jumped her heart gladly when Jinny confessed her feelings, the times Rhoma cried herself to sleep when Jinny was lying in a hospital bed, when Rhoma took full control to Jinny’s operation and told her team to keep it as a secret. These were the times that will forever be untold, cause she never wants to lose control.

She’s a woman of dreams and aspirations and Jinny was the street she had always wanted to drive to, but instead she propelled her windshield to the path she had planned, controlled, and directed, and Jinny was only a music she listens to, everytime.

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Multiverse

Ariel L. Magpantay Jr. @mistereyyyy

If Multiverse exist….

Time limits the growth of love

Falling in love in wrong time, Is a disgust

Love makes you strong And Inevitable

It builds confidence

But, Destroys tranquility

How can equilibrium be achieved

If multiverse exist…

Do you love me the same way?

Or Do I love you the greatest?

My dear, if we transcended In the law of physics

And found each other together In every universe

I remembered

Parallel lines never meet each other

As the universe

If multiverse exist

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