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Transferring from the bustling street of CM Recto to the laid-back countryside of Quezon City was a tear-jerking experience for me during my first night at Kalayaan Dorm UP Diliman. With nobody to talk to, no sounds of vehicles passing by, no one to eat with—I was homesick for the very first time since I left Marbel. My only consolation was the presence of my First Love who cried with me all through the night.
Kalayaan Dorm was exclusive for Freshmen. On my 2nd year, I was fortunate to join the de Jesus Family in an apartment along Tomas Morato. Lucky for me, my First Love was a favorite resident in our household!
Summer of 1977, my parents migrated to Las Piñas City and we were reunited as one family. Commuting daily to and from Diliman QC was tough and challenging but I made it through because of the Love of my life. Tatay no longer banned my First Love inside our home but still insisted that I stop my “bad habit”, as he called it. He was aghast when I told him I would never part with the Love of my life until my last breath.
My First Love accompanied me and my wacky friends through college. He shared my joys and pains until graduation. Throughout the darkest hours of my University life, he never left my side. He stood by me through thick and thin, like a true gentleman.
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