Browsing through “youtube” on a lazy day like today…I came across another version of a song that would make me smile… It was the song by Leach Salonga titled I Remember the Boy, only this time it was sung by Christian Bautista and now aptly titled “I Remember the Girl”
Why this song would make me smile is a story that happened 18 years ago… and until now whenever I remember it , a smile could form on my lips…
I met a tall, lanky boy when I was 10 and he was 11…yah, quite young… I was a transferee and he is a resident o the school where I moved to. He has this easy smile and friendliness about him…
When I was 12 we became more than friends, but since we were young, when his mom found out about us she was so angry….. and so was my mom. So I concentrated on my studies and we ignored each other, which was hard to do as his sister is my friend and we had the same bus service to school. Eventually , I got a scholarship and I had to leave our province, I can only go home on school breaks. As the years passed by, we matured. We both tried to make it work, but still, his Mom won’t approve of me , saying my family is not rich enough for them. But even in secret he would try to reach out to me…communicate with me. Until I grew out of it. He was married to a girl from another province who happens to be an only daughter of a family that owns a business, they said the girl was pregnant but the baby came after 3 years.
I went home in ’06 for the wedding of my uncle, my moms’ brother that is. His parents were the godparents of my uncle for the wedding. I saw him. He went straight to me and offered his hand for a handshake and asked me how I was. We talked, and like a soap opera plot, I knew the story, news had it that I got pregnant and the had a kid without a dad, and that I became an old man’s mistress! I laughed…what else can I do? I never had a kid, nor an old benefactor…but as they say in the province, when you are not seen they are free to speculate.
His wife was looking at us and started acting crazy, I decided to distance myself from him. He would try to call me after that event, I decided to change my number and never went home to the province.
And now, whenever I hear this song…I can’t help but sing along the part that says…”I remember the boy…but I don’t remember the feelings…..anymore…..