I'm Celine Joan Borja. People call me 'CJ'. I grew up in the province with my best friend, Angelo Villamor. We spent all of our childhood days together, and I thought that would never change.

But I was wrong.

We were 9 when his father took him to Manila. We tried to keep in touch with each other until I was 12.  However, he suddenly stopped writing back. He just disappeared. We promised that it would just be me and him, together, but everything changed.

At the age of 17, however, I moved to Manila to start a new life with my sister and my aunt. I became hopeful. I wanted to see him again. Maybe we could go back to the way we were before.

But when I finally found him, I was proven wrong. Again.

He was no longer the best friend I grew up with. He was not the same Angelo.

He's now a playboy with a mean streak and has a gorgeous best friend named Seth.

It Was Always You

"Angelo is just in the kitchen," Angelo's father said, taking a few steps toward me. My heart pounded faster. 


"Thank you," I muttered shyly and sat on the corner of their gray sofa. He sat on the chair in front of me. 


"I didn't know that Angelo could cook," I muttered, placing my hands on my knees to prevent them from shaking. 


"I think he got it from his mother," he answered. 


"Yes, I do remember Tita Joyce feeding us all the time," I said, a smile crossing my lips as I reminisced. 


"Joyce talked about you a lot before. Like how you were good friends with Angelo." 


My cheeks turned hot as I nodded again. 


"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know why..." I stammered, holding my knees tighter. 


Chapter Twenty-three