…may you not only be one of my stories. May you be the one that becomes my reality.
THE MOST ANNOYING QUESTION OF ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ASKED ME.
Gago ka ba talaga? Sa akin mo talaga itatanong kung may girlfriend yung tao?
Una, di ko siya kinakausap. Pangalawa, di niya rin naman ako kinakausap. Pangatlo, I DON’T FUCKING CARE. -_____-
Ang dami kong oras ngayon at gusto kita makita pero syempre pademure effect muna.
'Hindi ako yung tipong nagbibigay motibo. Conservative ako kaya di maaari.'
We always said that we would remain friends.
But we didn’t.
I hated you for that, for not keeping to your word and for making me believe in you still. I hated you for not asking how I was. I hated you for not making time for me because that was what I believed friends do. I hated how we kept drifting apart.
I guess it took me a while to finally accept that there is no going back to those days when we were friends talking to each other at 3 in the morning.
I realized that we can never go back to that state, for it was that state where all this mess came from. It was that friendship, a friendship I valued and treasured so much, that blinded me about the possibility of love, and it was also that friendship that gave me false hopes, making me overshoot for the stars.
I understand now that we can never go back, because going back means doing the same thing over again. It means making myself hope and hurting myself once more, a thing I vowed never to do.
Still, all of these doesn’t change that you were and still are an asshole for everything. Actually, it only adds to the many reasons why I have to say goodbye.
So, goodbye, my friend.