Dear Old Love
Years ago, this season happened to be ours. In love like there’ll be a happily ever after ahead of us. But as things changed, we never got the chance to fix it, instead, we just let it happen and broke us off. The easiest way to escape from cowardliness. I guess it’s too pointless blogging it all out, but I can’t help it. Memories that I’m holding back, I’m happy about it, no hard feelings. It actually helps me a lot on my current relationship. I bet you’ll react about this later on, I could still see your posts, mind you. It’s not my problem, I’m just sayin’ whatever I wanted to say, and may you have a very merry Christmas. XXX
Would you still think of me?
when the situation becomes worse between you and your girlfriend? Would you still linger on our bittersweet memories as you grow old? Will there be any chance in your life that you almost thought of coming back to me? That you wanna be with me? Things we fucked up before, things that we should’ve fixed instead of leaving it as is. I’m not expecting anything from you, but do know this—I’m still your girl. Willing to wait and fix those bad things we’ve been through. Long ago, I knew you wished it never even happened, but things are different now. Moving on doesn’t mean you have to forget the feelings, you just have to accept the fact that we never made it together, forever. But would you still think of me, these days? Because I still do.
Dear Old Love,
It’s been almost a year, I’ve moved on just so you know. Now, if you’re having any problem from whatever you’ve seen or you might see, try asking yourself, who needs to move on?
After changing personal stuff on my Yahoo!Mail, this thing slapped the shit outta me. I dunno if I’d laugh or just stare at the screen, I’d rather answer the question if I’m a robot or human. I’m fucking ready, though. Hahaha~
Confundo
I really have no idea what or how you feel about me right now. This post won’t probably reach you, but I’d like you to know that I miss you. I could still remember how you hugged be the last time I dropped by into your crib. You told me that I still smelled like how I used to smell before. That sunny sweet-scent you used to be addicted to. Oh, how I miss your stories, as if you’ll do anything and everything just for me not to feel that boredom around us. I just can’t figure out why you treated me like a trash after that unsettled business of us. I still owe you an explanation after five long fucking years. It was like I just dumped you without looking back for an explanation and ran to a guy who eventually dumped me, too. Now, every time I talk to you, seemed to be like you’re talking to a dog. Pissing me off like a bitch. And this, I admit. You’re my first intimate partner. That thing, I cherished the most. And before I tell you that I’ve finally moved on, I’m dreaming of talking to you as if we’ve never had an issue before, as if we’re friends that never seen each other for years. I will always look forward on that day to really happen. At least before we graduate.
[At least before the reader realize that I’m guilty for being an active blogger of a grammatically wrong entry.]
Life-Altering Guilt
For the first time, I don’t want you to be happy. I want you to feel an oppressive, pervasive guilt for what you did to me. And I want that feeling to change your life.
I guess what I really want is to feel loved. Like just for once, someone would be afraid of losing me. Like I’m a priority, not just an option that’s never chosen. I want people to care enough to stay in my life and not walk out.
Twist
I hate that I miss you, and never want to see you again.
ANG BUHAY KO SIMPLE LANG…
Walang labis, IKAW ang kulang.
