The girl and her friends were so fascinated with the boy that, one day, armed with an ancient relic called a … cassette recorder, they decided to talk to the boy. (Here one must explain that it was a time when having a cassette recorder was the cool thing to do for quill-lovers, so they would not miss ideas from old wizards… or just to record random, nonsensical teenage conversations.)
The girl was filled with so much awe when, asked if he was gay, the boy said he most certainly was not. That moment, when the fair boy looked up to her under his glasses, the girl realized that this boy was … weird. Awesomely weird.
“How odd!” the girl exclaimed. “I must be friends with this person from the faraway and obscure place called Bolinao.”
And so they became friends.
‘Til one night, amidst discussions of haunted fortresses, and a game involving a spinning bottle, the boy from the faraway and obscure place called Bolinao dared ask the girl a question she deemed inappropriate for a 15-year old.
The next day the quill-lovers bade each other goodbye. It was the end of the gathering.
The girl hoped that the boy would try to patch things up between them. But he didn’t because, well, he was weird like that.
As the girl got in the carriage that would take her home, she saw the boy standing in a corner staring at nothing in particular. He was being his usual weird self.
The girl thought that was the last time she would ever see the boy.
It made the girl sad to think that she would no longer be friends with someone whose weirdness could potentially be her source of entertainment.
So, not a week had passed since she arrived home when she picked out her loveliest parch …, umm, stationery, and drafted a letter that she would rewrite over and over until she was sure there were no writing mistakes that the weird boy could laugh about later.
The girl wanted the letter of apology about how she might have overreacted to be perfect.
She sent for the fastest raven from the rookery to deliver her letter to the boy.
Unknown to the girl, at the same moment that she was writing her letter, in the obscure and faraway place called Bolinao, the boy was also writing an apology letter.
The boy and the girl wrote each other because they both knew that the other was worth fighting with and apologizing to. In the girl’s lifetime, there would only be a handful of these.
The boy and the girl would receive each other’s letters at about the same time.
And that was the beginning of a year filled with ravens flying the skies between Samar and Pangasinan.
The boy and the girl wrote each other so frequently that the ravens would sometimes bump into each other, decide to hang out for a bit, or have a few drinks, resulting to letters that would sometimes get delivered late.
No matter, during that year, the boy and the girl would rush home from school to see if any letters had arrived.
The boy and the girl saw each other again after a year because they were attending the same university in the capital of the realm.
But they did not become a couple then because, well, life’s like that.
It was several moons after when the universe would finally correct itself and the Sisters of Fate would bring them back together.
And they lived. Not happily ever after because, well, life’s not like that.
They still fight about big things- from who gets to drink the last of the Coke Zero, to why the boy downloads stuff that slows down the connection while the girl is on the internet for very important things such as, well … Facebook, to why the boy insists on not answering Zimbio quizzes honestly so he can manipulate it into saying he’s like his favorite character. (Tyrion Lannister? Puh-lease)
But at the end of the day, the boy and the girl know they’re at the right place.
The boy and the girl know they’re arguing with the right person, and in life, you don’t meet too many of those.
This is my entry to Pinoy Travel Bloggers’ Blog Carnival for February 2014, with the theme “The Joys and Woes of Couplehood on the Road,” hosted by Claire Madarang of Traveling Light.