Something Happened…

…in Malate last Saturday: I saw W-2.

I did not plan to go out that evening until at almost midnight M (a kababayan) and J (a college friend) invited me to Bed. I loved it that Bed was packed (as usual) that night because I had more chance of acting voyeur in some corner, which always happens when I'm at a gay club. To my friends, who were dancing like crazy, I was not having a great time. This of course is not entirely true. The only reason why I went there was to watch people, besides I've never been a good dancer. At 4 a.m., we hopped to ghastly Che'lu (across the street from Bed) for more dance floor action.

I saw W-2 on our way there. My eyes were just wandering until it landed on him. It took me more than a couple of seconds to recognize him. My instinct then was to say hi but instantly I backed out. I was relieved that he did not see me at all so I looked away as fast I could. I simply did not know what to say. After all, it's not everyday that one sees his ex di ba?

I had long known that W-2 moved to Manila to work here right after graduation. That must have been more than three years ago, just about the same time when we broke up. Very shortly after that we intermittently communicated that's why I still got scraps of information about his life back then. But for years now we did not see any need to keep in touch.

I'm not sure why I still regard seeing him as something notable. Maybe it has to be the fact that it was my first time to see him after these years. However, for a person with whom I shared a very profound relationship, I still did not have the courage to say something to him. Why kaya?