[Drafted post] [The names are changed]
I checked my email today before I sleep, and found two forwarded emails from Cecil and Carla. The other one’s from Anne. Found the ‘weloveufaye’ address on both the former, and it all makes sense now. I found the same address in the email Sir Espanto sent me. And I already have a good idea who did all of that.
Anne. Of course it’s Anne.
I haven’t posted about it, but Sir Espanto sent me an email last Monday. It contained the following message:
Congratulations, Ms. Fajardo:
I hope you didn’t mind me walking you to stage last Friday. Teachers, you know, are parents to their students too – in the exercise of vicarial responsibility. But I am sure your parents and siblings would have been proud if they were there. For that alone, it was truly a privilege on my part.
I should have sent this message earlier, in time for Sunday’s university graduation. The delay was deliberate as I wanted to make it solemn and sincere.
I think I understand now why you contemplated on cutting short your stay in UP. Believe me, I know how it feels to be alone. It seems staying and finishing the degree was a good choice after all. It was really brave of you. Any parent to a child like you would be truly proud.
I think you know your strengths so I am not going to list it down here. I do want to tell you though that you have more promise than you actually know. You have more potential than you would like to believe.
Most graduates in our discipline would opt to go, you know where, afterwards. That is the usual path for typical graduates of our field. You are not that type, of course, for you are more. I cannot force you to love my science but I think you will also do great with it. Then again, you can also choose to be typical. But where is the fun in that, right?
Whatever, whichever course you chart henceforth, I hope it leads you to the stars.
I was wondering why I didn’t bother post about that when I remembered that I don’t–––if not never–––write about happy things. Anyway, so that happened. I was really delighted by it. I know I don’t sound like it because I lack the appropriate punctuations but the happiness already passed and all I’m feeling right now is a sad kind of happiness.
Like the kind I didn’t deserve
Or the kind withheld from me for a long time and was given a chance to touch tonight.
I read all the emails and I’m crying. But mostly due to Anne’s email.
I’m crying because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know the right words to say. And I loathe myself because I can’t appreciate her enough.
I don’t know. I don’t understand what genuinely selfless people like her sees in genuinely rotten people like me
It’s mind-boggling. It’s leaving me at awe
It leaves me at awe that I was actually capable of being loved, of having someone look up to me with constant admiration and amazement in her words
I least deserved to be loved like that
I least deserved to be loved by people like her
It rains every night but tonight was a downpour
I’m sobbing and my chest is burning
I didn’t think I really have friends at all
I didn’t think it really mattered
I didn’t think I could impact a life
I didn’t think there is that much value in every thing I say
It’s funny how people unrelated to you can appreciate you better than your family. Haha, funny world
But thank you, God