Hi there readers, this book is my first one and the chapters, still working on it. I hope you find this book intriguing though or perhaps you might like my book, "intriguing" seems a bit too far fetched since I'm a newbie and all. Stay tuned dear readers.

Yours truly,

Garette Blue

This tale is one without order

It is but a riddle

The message you'll have to discover

Lessons one must rekindle

Sincerely,

Garette Blue

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Dedication

This I dedicate to me

My Love so lost at sea

These chained loops hinders one to be free

My dearest Love, I could not blame thee

What is to become of this dedication

The victim of such heinous indiscretion

Hard to cease all of its commotion

Our crumbling foundation

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Prologue

This you must see

This untold story, longing to be heard

Burdens in which I carry

It is chaos and bliss that we shared

Where one suffered too much scorn

Vicious a rumor, no one bothered to scrutinize

A bed of roses yet full of thorns

This consumate love, my only vice

It’s been two years and six months since that day that I told him ‘YES!’. I remember every single detail from the day we met to when we got together to where we are now. It was 13th of June 2013 when I transferred to a school in Bukidnon. I was the only new student at the school and all the students were staring at me wondering who I was and where I’m from. I arrived five steps away from the front door of my classroom and my nerves were far from stable. Three girls approached me whom I assumed were my classmates, they were warm and welcoming, they even opened the door for me and that action was something I was not sure I should have regretted or thanked.

There he was, the boy who had the most intriguing set of brown eyes that always seemed to speak volumes of intensity. I didn’t know why, out of all the persons inside the classroom, he was the one my eyes took focus on. It sounds cliché, but when did the beginnings of love stories not sound cliché ? It was on 29th of June, a normal Sunday around 9 in the morning, we were doing this class project at one of our classmate’s house. Our classmates left that same time, the others went out to buy snacks, others went to buy materials for our project and the others went out to buy all our lunch and would be back at lunch time.

We had the house all to ourselves and after a long comfortable yet slightly uncomfortable silence, we decided to clean up the house and prepare the table for lunch in a few hours. It had been two years since that day we met and the underlying emotions and dormant passion were itching to be let loose. It wasn’t easy ignoring what I felt for him and it didn’t help that I knew it was more than puppy love or infatuation. We never started off as friends because there was this unsaid truth that we both shared the same sentiments that we're better off not being friends. We both knew it will always be something more and if ever there was friendship between us, it would have been destroyed in a matter of days or maybe even weeks. He did not want me as a friend nor did I want him as such.

The first few months in our relationship was not at all pure bliss like what many had assumed. The both of us are polar opposites, we disagreed on a lot of things and fought, though not often, but sometimes. We always agreed to disagree. It was on October 2016 almost half way through our 10th grade, we were fifteen that time that a hideous rumor about us spread through like wild fire, it was vicious. Everything went south in a slow, painful process that right after 10th grade, my mother had me enrolled at the state university in bukidnon, well known for its prestigious reputation in Academics, for my senior high.

He was hurt by the fact that in a way, I had broken my promise that I won’t leave. We got through that part, however, the fights were slowly getting ugly with each second passing. We were fifteen, and adolescents, no matter the level of maturity they have, could only take on so much pressure. 8th of August 2016, it was the day that we weren’t just in a heated make out session, it was the day that I gave my maiden head to him and I never, didn’t ever and could never regret doing so. We only really wanted to have a peaceful and normal relationship with that touch of passion. We weren’t stupid, we were very careful. We only ever wanted our relationship with only the two of us, but it was not the case, a lot of people tried to involve themselves, a lot of people got themselves involved and the pressure was building up. It was as much their fault as much as it was ours for our reactions towards those pressures and everyone was to blame and still, it was not the case.

I did not have an ounce of clue as to how things got to where they are now, but everyone was blaming me and he, in a certain way, was also blaming me. It reached the point where my mother sent me back to our hometown here in Cagayan and without me knowing, she enrolled me in the school where she had studied back when she was still in high school and told me I was finishing my 12th and final grade level in high school here. He didn’t know just as much as I didn’t know but I didn’t even get the chance to tell him, we didn’t get a chance to talk about it, about being in a long distance relationship. He was hurt and disappointed because in a way, I had broken yet another promise and every time, it was always not my intention nor decision.

Everything went down the drain. The fights got even more uglier with every second of the day that passes by. I was not sure if he went half wild or insane nor was I sure that I was dealing with severe depression because from where I saw it, it was so much more. He went on about drinking every night every after school. I was sinking deeper and deeper into this depression that I was not so sure of anything at all anymore.

Then he cheated, everything happened so fast, I haven’t got the time to catch my breath and I was quite unsure if I ever was breathing at all with everything that has happened. We’re okay yet there is no guarantee still, because of what we assumed as a no strings attached, came to me and asked for help, because apparently, there was one string that was attached and it was in the form of an umbilical cord. I chose to forgive him and stay with him, why, you ask? There are many possible answers to that one simple question. I chose to forgive him and stay with him, not only because I love him and that no matter what I do or try to do I cannot seem to fathom the art of letting go, but because I chose this decision to forgive and stay with him for all the things he’d done right and not leave him for the one grave thing he had done.