Sadelle

"Let's go ArtScies! Let's go ArtScies!" I heard the loud cheering of students from our college on the right side of the field. We situated ourselves from the part of the field closer to our goal area.

Parallel to us, on the opposite side, was the other college's goal area. Students under that college were also cheering for their own team.

A few meters away from me was a guy, sitting on a monobloc chair, as he continuously hit the red college snare drum we have with a drumstick. He was hitting it with a certain tune we used to do in cheering for our college. Surrounding him were other guys who seemed to be his friends, who were also clapping resoundingly with the familiar tune.

We were in the middle of the first half of the game. Earlier, the referee mentioned that both halves of the match would go for twenty minutes, with a two minute intermission after the first half. Truth be told, I barely had any clue what he was saying and what halves he was talking about. All I know is this soccer match runs for about forty minutes.

Goodness. All that running and kicking for forty minutes. People really enjoy doing stuff like this?

So far, the score's still close with one another: 1-0. The one leading being the opposite college, the Engineering Warriors in their maroon colored jerseys.

Given that I unwillingly followed Yuan from the gazebo to the field with my book held as hostage, I felt like a sore thumb sticking out. Again, sports are not my thing. Other people might find it pleasurable, but I don't find a dopamine boost in sweating myself up. I like having space to myself, relaxed and serene. Yet again, things never go the way I want them to. I'm here, watching a soccer match with students under the same college as me, surrounding myself in the screams of their support and chants.

As if I hadn't already been basking in the pool of dread over this situation, I even saw Lizzy. Well, the good thing is she's in front of me. Not literally, but she and her group are on the same side of the field opposite to us.

Another wave of cheer from the students enveloped my hearing as I saw one of the players from ArtScies steal the ball from the other team's player. The tension between the players heading for each of their team's goal areas continued as I saw our own college score, making it a tie. The cheering grew to life again.

With my arms crossed, I watched how the players, from both teams, went on with their respective strategies. Both teams do play well, as they both are obviously equally headstrong with the game.

My gaze shifted to Yuan as I saw him positioning himself in the open with another player parallel to him as he looked at another player in the center, a little behind them. He gave a subtle nod and I watched how he and the guy on the other side were leading up their other teammate in the middle. I watched him go ahead and saw the ball passed in his direction.

He and the guy next to him are usually the ones who attack the ball to go to the other team's goal area. The guy, a little behind them, seems to be balanced with defending and attacking their own team and the opponent's team.

"Sipain mo na yung bola! May libre diyan, oh!" one of the girl students exclaimed as she pointed to the players with her forefinger pointing forward, seeming like a coach watching her players.

The other players, three of them, usually stay close to the goalkeeper or in the middle field. They're usually the ones who defend their goal area. My attention was interrupted again as I saw Yuan kicked the ball towards his other teammate on the opposite side and then the latter did a swift motion with his foot, confusing the opponent in front of him, as he kicked the ball to the Engineering Warriors' goal area and scored another one.

The cheering roared once again as the students felt like humans transforming into tigers of the wild.

"Oy! Oy! Oy! Let's go ArtScies!" and the snare drum was back in action again.

I heard more cheers for both Yuan and the other guy, with some students stating to maintain the same strategy as it's working well for the team.

"Laban, Tigre!" another group of students cheering from our side of the field chanted as people of our same college opposite to us repeated the same chant.

Peculiarly enough, despite not being part of the team, I felt a pang of rush inside me. There was this sort of adrenaline every time I was watching anyone from our team pass the ball and either protect it from reaching the goal, or trying to score against the opponent team. I even heard two students close to me say this was starting out as a strong game even from the first half.

Then, I heard someone blow a whistle. We looked at where it came from, and saw the referee and did a certain signal.

New group of students approached our side of the field and I heard them asking questions related to the game.

"Tapos na ba yung laro?"

"Hindi," one guy answered the question. "Intermission pa 'to. Pa-second half pa lang," he added.

"Oh, nice. Engineering ba kalaban natin? Magaling sila sa defense, hindi ba?" the question aroused curiosity in me.

Defense in what? As much as this match was bringing me in with the excitement I was feeling reluctantly, I have to admit I'm kind of lost with the terminologies associated with the sport.

"Sus," I saw the guy shook his head and make a dismissive hand action. "Magaling naman mga forward natin. Si Yuan, diretso maglaro. Si Santi naman, mabilis gumalaw. Kahit nga yung center natin, si Oni, hindi nadadala kapag pinaligiran."

I'm guessing Yuan, and the two other guys mentioned, are the ones who usually attack the opponent team. I think, from what I understand, the three defenders who usually stay near or in the midline don't usually go to the far end of the field.

The players gathered to huddle with the coach on the other side of the field, close to Lizzy and her group. I even saw their bags placed on the bench close to it. Recalling that I came here under the intention of getting my book back, I scanned to look for Yuan's backpack. The only thing is, I don't remember what design it has.

Looking at Lizzy, I saw her talking with that blockmate of ours who she was becoming closer to in companionship. They were checking something on Lizzy's phone while waiting for the second half of the game to commence.

My hard-headed mind brought me to my memory of crying during the night of my poetic spark. The unfinished poem entered my thoughts and the adrenaline I was feeling from earlier, slowly turned into this upside-down feeling of discomfort like a leech I can't shake off.

Really, at a time like this? I remember the moment I cried when I'm - unexpectedly - starting to have fun at a soccer match?

Way to kill the vibe, Sadelle.

Given that it's in my mind now, I keep on thinking how to go about it. Will I finish it? If not, shall I throw it? I mean...what was even going on in my head when I made it in the first place?

Besides, would it even matter that I bothered making a poem about my situation with Lizzy? It's not like she knows...or perhaps, even care to know.

Lost in my own thoughts, the next thing I knew the players from both teams were going back to their respective parts in the field again.

Now, the Tigers team switched their formation. The goalkeeper is still protecting the goal, while there was one player close to him. Three other players are staying in the midfield, and two players, which I assume are the forwards, are in front. Similarly so, the Engineering Warriors also changed their formation which for the life of me, I also don't understand.

The only thing I know is this: the second half is starting and I want to see how it ends. Let's see how this match pans out.

The second half showcased a more assertive performance from both groups. I could see both colleges getting more excited by the match we're seeing. Observing how Yuan plays, he's not someone who's hot-headed but he's right on with his actions: he doesn't hesitate and just goes for it. There's a suave confidence with how he plays, but not arrogant enough not to share roles with his teammates. To be honest, he doesn't appear to me as a star player but he doesn't suck either. He's a great player, that's quite a given watching this match, but he knows how to blend in with the group.

"Yun oh! Yuan dela Torre strikes his goal!" one of the rowdy guys shouted and I turned to look at what's happening, and apparently Yuan scored a goal. The score is now 3-1. The Engineering college cheered for their own team with their own chant, not affected by this goal.

My focus went back to the game as I saw Yuan high-five one of his teammates, his face showing focus and determination with what he's doing. Then, the match continued and similarly, the Engineering Warriors were also able to score another goal. We heard another eruption of cheers from the Engineering students.

With every action, there would always be a reaction, and in this case, this is the students shouting our chant louder.

"Tigers, bawi! Tigers, bawi! Tigers bawi, we're gonna win this!"

Like a domino effect, we heard the Engineering students shout their chant again, going in the tune produced by their own snare drum. It was like having a face-off of cheers.

The players were showing much more skill, speed, and strategy with their moves. From the ones who attack, to the ones defending, everyone was more alert. The Warriors team tried scoring a goal on our side but our goalkeeper jumped to his left as he blocked the ball and kicked it to the middle field.

Likewise, as the game moved further, the Tigers tried scoring a goal but was blocked by the opponent team's goalkeeper.

"Oh!" I heard myself whisper with disappointment as the ball didn't enter the goal.

For a few seconds, I was taken-aback and blinked a few times. Oh? Wow. Am I invigorated with the match? Now, this is a first for me.

In front of me, I can see Yuan guarding one of the opposing players with the ball but he passes against him and kicks the ball as one of the defenders fails to stop it and it reaches the goal, with the goalkeeper just a second late from blocking it.

Yuan and the other guy, which I think is named Santi, share a knowing look with one another. Then, as the match progresses, I see the two of them seemingly with a mysterious understanding of a strategy then the next thing I know, this Santi steals the ball from one of the guys and he passes it to Yuan. Yuan, blocked by another player, confuses the opponent with his feet movements and then swiftly passes the ball back to Santi as Santi moves past the other opponent and kicks the ball into their goal.

We score another, and are ahead of them by one point. This erupts another cheer from my own college. I even see Lizzy and her friends shouting cheerfully as they jump for joy because of our goal.

"Kaya 'to, guys. Ipanalo niyo na!" some students were saying as they burst into laughter because of built-up anticipation and excitement from the game.

The match had almost less than five minutes before the end of the second half. My college was pretty confident we would snag this win, but it seems like the nearing end bursted the Warriors with more energy as they were able to score another goal.

Currently, both scores are tied with one another. The chants and cheers were deafeningly loud from both colleges with some shouting our own colleges' animal representative, or demanding an overtime period.

Players from both fields were all alert from different directions of which the ball came from, and where it heads to. No one was letting the other team slip a goal. Every minute passing made the match more intense than it already is. And in what seemed like the last minute before the match ended, the Warriors were about to score a goal when our goalkeeper was able to block it and kick it into the midfield.

One of the players kicks it in the direction of Yuan, then as he was balancing the ball between his feet, he passes it to Oni, and then Oni passes it to Santi, which the latter defends from the opponent in front of him. The players were all quick with checking where the ball is, and the opponent was trying to kick it away from Santi but he passes the ball to Yuan and as another player blocks him, Yuan maneuvers his blocking well and passes through the opponent.

Another player slides across, trying to steer him away from kicking a goal but Yuan prepares one kick motion before we all watch where the ball heads and see Yuan's second goal become their winning goal.

"Goal!" one of the students close to me shouts and everyone erupts in joy as I hear the snare drum beating with no tune at all and the students cheering for our college.

Even the players from our college were jumping and laughing with one another. As they calmed down, they high-fived the opponent team and I even saw the latter congratulating them and the Tigers saying their gratitude.

That was...a fun match.

I stood at my place as I saw some students go near the players, or pass the field towards the other ArtScies students parallel to us. Some were taking photos with one another, looking for which game to watch next, or where to eat. Obviously, I wanted to get my book right away, but I wasn't really certain how to do so, hence I decided to just stay on my spot waiting for Yuan to head out of the crowd they're in.

I even saw Lizzy and her friends talk to one of the players as they were laughing with each other. He seems familiar, I think he was the Santi they were talking about earlier.

Yuan was still conversing with the other students, laughing and smiling from time-to-time when I saw his gaze pass through my direction for a brief second. Moments later, I saw him walking out of the crowd, his backpack hoisted on his left arm, and his hair a bit ruffled as he ran his fingers through it, seemingly a bit annoyed by something with it.

"Type mo talaga libro ko, 'no," he remarked as he got closer to me which earned a raised eyebrow from me.

"Ano?"

"Sabi ko sigurista ka talagang 'di mawala sa'yo ang libro." He clarified as I saw him place the bag in front of him and zip it open, grabbing a face towel out as he wiped it on his hair. Then, lightly damping it on his face. "Akala ko nga natuod ka na diyan sa puwesto mo. Para ka nang estatwa, eh."

"Funny 'yon?" was my short reply as I remained crossing my arms, still looking at him. He halted right in front of me.

"Luh. Nag-joke ako?" he shot back as he gave me a questioning look, before looking back as we both heard someone call his name. "Teka lang muna!" he informed, as he signaled to them and faced me again.

We remained like this for a few seconds before he raised his eyebrows a bit, showing curiosity.

"The book? When are you teaching me?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

He chuckled at me. "Uy, grabe. Thank you sa pagbati. Haba naman niyang congratulations mo," messing around with me, he gave me a smile that felt like it only existed to piss me off.

That made me realize I haven't actually congratulated him, or his team, for their win. "Congrats," I shortly said, which was a genuine greeting as...well, I admittedly did have fun, even if I wasn't intending to do so. "So, when are you teaching me? Or whatever rubbish you like to call it?"

He smiled at me, but it felt more like a jeering action from my perspective. "At kanina ayaw mo pang turuan kita, ah? May pa-sabi ka pang: I wasn't aware I needed a teacher," playing monkey with me, he tried to mimic my tone and teased me with his facial expression.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I stand by my point, I still don't need one. However, you wouldn't give me my book, remember?"

"Sungit," he uttered in passing which didn't escape my hearing. "Sige, ganito, puwede kita turuan ngayon pero mabilisan lang. Titingnan pa namin kung may next game kami, eh. Tapos..." he paused mid-sentence as if deciding about something. "Tapos, ituloy ulit natin 'to bukas. Ayos sa'yo?"

I nodded without answering, before I remained looking at him and noticing that we're still in the same position. "What, dito mo lang ako tuturuan? While standing in the field?"

"Nagmamadali?" he clapped back as he walked a few steps ahead and I let him pass me by a few steps before following behind. "Ah, d'on na lang ulit tayo sa Gazebo," he finally decided as he gave me a quick glance and continued walking.

When we reached the gazebo, luckily, the space we were in earlier was still free. I guess students are occupied with the events of the Intramurals.

As we sat down, I saw Yuan take his phone out and type something on it. I placed my tote bag on my left, close to my body. I saw him do the same with his backpack after he placed his phone back inside. Next, he took the book out, alongside a sharpened pencil.

I raised my brow. So, this is the real deal, huh? It's as if this is a real teaching session.

"Before we start," he looked at me and placed the pencil on top of the book. "May tanong ako para sa'yo."

"And what is it?"

"Why do you think the story starts with a fight?" Yuan queried and I found myself thinking about it for a moment.

I tried remembering what happened in the first chapter and recalled that Ulan was having a disagreement with his friend in his own living room. They were discussing morality, though Ulan doesn't seem to resonate with his friend's views regarding the topic.

"Simple, it shows differences between people that are considered crucial for affiliation. The story establishes Ulan as someone who already knows where he stands on things, and doesn't allow compromising when it's a serious matter," I explained.

Yuan nodded. "Right, but that's one way of looking at it." He answers, supporting me but at the same time, sharing his thoughts. "Ulan, on the other hand, could also be considered as someone who sees things in categories. There's only right and wrong, black and white. Nothing in between."

"Uh-huh, but it's stated in the book, and even in your annotation, that morality serves as a compass. We can't separate ourselves from our values. They go together, since character acts as the host to the direction our morals bring us to."

"Tama ka naman. Disagreement means not having the same views or stance with something. Mahirap naman talagang ibahin ang sarili natin sa kung ano man ang mga paniniwalang meron tayo. Pero, dahil ba may hindi kayo pinagkakasunduan, maituturing na ba 'tong oposisyon?" He raised the question but I was quite unsure if I should answer or was that a rhetorical question only. "Search natin, what does opposition mean?"

He takes his phone out again and goes to a specific browser before searching something in the search engine and showing me the result afterwards.

I go against him. "Opposition, in its essence, is disagreeing with something. When you oppose someone, the notion is you do not agree with what they're saying or doing. It is definitive."

He gave me a supportive nod. "That's right, it is definitive, but only when we look at it from an opposing lens. With opposition, there is a resistance to not accord with something or someone. Disagreement doesn't always have to end with the extremes. Disagreement is not solely abolition of acceptance, it may also be seen as a way of enlightening. Thus, disagreement is a way of learning."

Quite confused, my brows creased as I tried to connect what he was saying but was getting lost somewhere in the middle of this line of thought. "O...kay?"

A small smile did a quick formation on his lips as he went back to being serious and faced me a bit. "What I'm saying here depends on the usage of the linking verb is. Disagreement is not definitive to opposition right away, but the latter is a characteristic of the former. Disagreement may lead to opposition, but doesn't necessarily equate it to that right away. Hindi mo naman sinusuntok kaagad ang kaibigan mo kung may 'di kayo pagkakaintindihan, hindi ba? Pinag-uusapan muna 'yan, na kapag lumala at di naagapan, saka pupuwedeng mauwi sa isang oposisyon o away."

As he was explaining the differences between these two uses of is, it felt like a certain part of my mind was unlocking a substantial form of knowledge which quenched a thirst of mine I didn't even know I was in need of in the first place. It sent me into a jolting thunder of cognizance and astonishment.

"Now, how does that even connect to the story?" I asked, recovering from my inner shock and awe with the knowledge he's sharing.

He licked his lips as he put his left hand on the book. "In order to fully understand this book, you'd need to understand the conception between words." He nodded to himself before continuing. "Oh, ito lang muna sa ngayon. Pa-teaser kumbaga. Babalik na ako sa field. Bukas naman natin ituloy. Dito ulit, mga alas tres ng hapon."

Before I could even react, he started placing the book and pencil inside his bag as I stared at him unable to react snappily.

"H-Hey, excuse me? Aba, tatakasan mo pa ako," was the only thing I was able to say.

He zipped his backpack close as he hoisted behind his left shoulder and threw me a surprised look. "Takasan ka diyan. Babalik nga lang ng field. Sadelle, baka lang hindi mo napapansin 'no, player ako," he said, pointing to his jersey.

And as the player insinuated the possibility of having a new match to play, he was able to leave and secured our meeting in this same spot tomorrow midafternoon. Left alone, I thought to myself if it would be a good idea to watch at least one other match given that the soccer match I saw earlier wasn't so bad. In the end, I decided to go home and stay cozed up in my room. Besides, I would still come back to school tomorrow. I have to continue with my lesson, or whatever this thing is.

I was thinking about his explanation up until the late embrace of the night. It was confusing, but it was also clarifying. I'm kind of feeling like a living oxymoron right now with the information I just found out. However, the interesting thing about all this is construction. Things, on the outside, may seem fixed and constant, yet we don't notice that these fixations on meaning come from social constructs we associate with them.

That night, I gained recognition for the guy teaching me and the genius in the annotations. On some link, the ends of both people were slowly morphing into one in my perspective.

I slept around early midnight and woke up at eight in the morning. The sun was already way up, and shining all its glory in my room, coming from my window, which I forgot to shut with the curtains last night.

After fixing the bed and washing my face, I went down to the kitchen. On my way down, I saw food prepared under the mesh cover on the dining table. I went to check it as soon as I reached the ground floor.

Mom cooked sunny-side up eggs with longganisa. As I checked the rice cooker, I saw that there was already cooked rice. Mom probably cooked earlier before going to work. As if on cue, I heard my stomach grumbling from hunger and I decided to have my first meal of the day.

It was a quiet but delicious time while eating my breakfast. The serenity I have while facing the window behind our couch, by the living room, made me appreciate the daylight entering our house, with curtains tied on both ends giving it a stylish design.

My mind betrayed me again as I thought about the poem I made and seeing Lizzy yesterday. She wasn't able to notice me during the soccer match as she was enjoying spending time with her friends, especially the girl who she was becoming closer to now. I wonder...is she busy this week? She is, after all, the college representative for Miss Intramurals and she's sporty herself. She always loved playing volleyball, as she would share with me back then over-and-over.

Funny how things change. All I have now are memories I stubbornly think of from time-to-time. If only...

Knowing better than to go down this spiral again, I continued eating and drank milk as it's part of my morning routine, before washing the dishes and placing them inside the dish drainer. I spent the whole morning watching a series, trying to find an online book to read (which proved to be a failure, since there was no book reeling me in), and trying to write more of the poem I made which obviously, turned out to be the hardest thing to do in the world.

By the second half of the day, I started preparing before heading to the university later in the afternoon. So far, it seems like I was on time, as by the time I finished preparing and hailed a jeep going to the university, I arrived ten minutes before three o'clock.

Wearing a brown thin-cotton long sleeve, inserted in my black calf-length pleated skirt, and with my black chelsea boots, I made my way to the gazebo with some students staring at me because of my outfit. It's not really a sport-friendly outfit, but it's none of my concern as I don't intend to engage with the activities they have.

As soon as I went behind the side of the cafeteria, I didn't see anyone inside the gazebo we stayed in yesterday. I was about to make my way entering the gazebo when someone called me.

"Sadelle!" I looked to my right and saw Yuan walking from the other entrance by the side of the cafeteria. My eyes darted to him, seeing that he was wearing a sports attire and the band-aid on his left cheek was stealing my attention.

We arrived at the same time.

Both entering the gazebo, we sat on the free space adjacent to each other but with ample space in between. He took out the book and his pencil, as he said some things to me which I wasn't able to comprehend.

What surprised me was when he tapped me, bringing me out of my dazed state. I blinked and looked at him, a bit confused concerning where my mind was.

"Nakikinig ka ba?" he queried as he gave me an anticipating look.

"Yeah," I absent-mindedly answered.

He furrowed his brows a little bit at me, not believing my answer. "Kunin mo notebook mo," he suggested.

I didn't understand it right away. "What about my notebook?"

"Kunin mo lang," he urged. "Para sa lesson 'to. Para makinig ka, lumilipad isip mo, eh."

Checking my tote bag, I was surprised to see my notebook here. I wasn't expecting to place my notebook in my bag since there aren't classes for this week. It could just be that I didn't remove my things out of the bag so as not to arrange it again later on. I took out both my notebook and pen.

"What now?" I asked him as I placed both on the table.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Bubuksan mo naman siguro. Pinagti-tripan mo yata ako, Sadelle," he replied and I ignored his teasing.

Opening the notebook, I flipped through the pages looking for one with no writings on it when I stumbled on the page where I wrote my unfinished poem. Unconsciously, I found myself stopping at that page and just looking at the words written on it:

In my own story, I decided how things go
Might even say that I was better off solo
Vain to other people, in me she saw a glow
Eager to have befriend me, she approached me slow

Really, who would have known I'd meet such a fellow?
Yet, in her, I found a sister I would follow
Surely, my appreciation for her would show
Or did I destroy our friendship for her to throw?

"This is a great poem," Yuan's admiring tone brought me back to reality and I immediately flipped to the next page with no writings on.

Ignoring his compliment, I tried to change the topic. "So, what would I write here? Magno-notes ba ako?"

He looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction before saying: "Hindi mo naman kailangan mahiya. The poem was really good. Kaso...hindi pa ba tapos?" he asked as he threaded lightly with his choice of words. "Marami kasing correction tape sa baba, kaya naisip kong baka hindi pa tapos."

"Uh...yeah, but that's not our topic. What about the lesson?" I repeated, trying to make our conversation stray away from my poem.

Yuan nodded. "Alam mo, free day mo na lang ngayon. I don't mean to pry, but I read the poem and I think you're in a disagreement with your friend. Baka...gusto mong mapag-isa muna?"

"No, it's alright," the sincerity in my tone would make people think we were long time friends. "Wala lang 'yon. I just can't finish my poem..."

"Baka, kailangan mo lang magpahinga muna kakaisip paano tapusin?"

"I guess, but don't concern yourself with this. Resting didn't really work for me, as I still can't write something satisfactory to my liking. Anyway, that's my problem to deal with."

Slowly, I saw Yuan's face lit up, like an idea just entered his mind. Then, he clapped his hands. "Tara, sa Lucas Hall tayo."

I protested at first, telling him that I don't want to engage in any sports activities or watch them. I'd rather just get on with the lesson and finish the day afterwards. He told me he wasn't bringing me to any game, but he thinks where we're going is something beneficial for me.

Lo and behold, the rascal may have not brought me to a game...but he brought me to a freestyle rap battle!

It had already started when we arrived at the scene and I saw students standing as they watched contestants half-circling two other contestants on the centerstage, supported by an elevated stage with three short stairs displayed in front.

The students were cheering the two contestants performing now. I saw a mix of women and men participants from different programs under the Arts and Sciences college.

The two students in the middle of the stage were a guy and a girl. At this moment, it was the girl doing her freestyle rap as the guy was nodding her head and seemingly drawn into the performance as he was scrunching his face a bit.

What started as confusion for me slowly turned into amazement as the two students continued their battle and I heard their flows, and how fast they were able to think of comebacks to one another.

"It's fun, right?" he uttered, a little near me but still with enough space.

We kept hearing the students cheer for their own bets and some people were clapping.

I widened my eyes a bit, still fixated on the stage. "Yeah, and I never expected myself to enjoy...a freestyle rap battle! I'm confused why you brought me here, but so far, I wouldn't say it's a wasted trip."

I saw him look at the stage before nodding his head in accordance with the contestants. "Just because one thing didn't work, it doesn't mean it's never going to work. First doesn't mean better, Sadelle," he told me as he was smiling while looking at the new pair of contestants about to perform. "If the first goal doesn't work, you could always go with a second goal. If silence doesn't work anymore, there's nothing wrong with bringing a little chaos in your life."

His statement struck something in me, and in order to make sense of my realizations, I excused myself from him to go to the restroom close to the activity area.

I entered a cubicle and locked it before taking my notebook out and flipping to the page of my poem, which he helped me finish after I told him about how resting didn't help me finish the poem.

In my own story, I decided how things go
Might even say that I was better off solo

Vain to other people, in me she saw a glow
Eager to have befriend me, she approached me slow
Really, who would have known I'd meet such a fellow?
Yet, in her, I found a sister I would follow

Surely, my appreciation for her would show
Or did I destroy our friendship for her to throw?
Reality hit me, and I drowned in the flow
Realizing this, I didn't want to wallow
You say I have been treating you like my shadow

Little did you know, you colored my life yellow
I keep on wishing for more time to let you know
Zealous to have our friendship back, please don't say no
Zestful, please don't throw our friendship out the window
You're my only best friend undeniably so

I read the sentence it formed: I'm very sorry, Lizzy.

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