Nang-aasar ata si God. A day before my birthday, he lets me ride in an FX to work with my then- (take note, then) galis. Galis was the term my sister and cousin used to refer to someone we know we can never have—para siyang galis, hindi nawawala. We used to believe that our galis will always be at the back of our minds even if we’re already married, not unless we manage to make them like us back in one surreal point of our lives. Haha.
Anyway, I never deemed that my seeing my galis again would be just like that—walang silbi. I actually intended our meeting to be a vengeful one—me looking ultra beautiful, him looking like a rag; him drooling at my feet, me snubbing him as if he didn’t exist. Haha. But as horrifying as it was, I was in my Tuesday uniform, which made me look like a teacher, and I was in a haste to ride the FX, so my hair was all over my face. (Not that it matters anyway . . . yeah, right).
The whole trip, I felt like I was watching my pathetic self in a pathetic movie. After seven years, Girl is sitting beside her long-time crush in high school who never noticed her. Girl fidgeting. Guy fidgeting. A song plays: “Ikaw pa rin ang sinisigaw ng damdamin . . .” Very inappropriate. Girl running out of excuses of not talking; pretends to fall asleep during the whole effing trip. Haha.
Now that I think about it, the whole short encounter was funny. My galis and I were never really friends, so we never really got to know each other. During the trip, we never had to pretend that we didn’t see each other or pretend that we didn’t realize that we were who we were because even if we acknowledged each other, we knew that nobody expected us to chat as if we were chums.
When I arrived at the office, I immediately texted my girls about it—my two high school friends and my cousin. Cousin said galis was probably my pre-birthday gift. Friend said galis was meant to spice up my life. Oh, well, sorry, he was not tasty enough. 
