More than 2 years ago, I was brokenhearted. I was madly inlove with this girl until she broke up with me. It was PWNAGE at it’s best. Now, when I look back at what happened, I feel glad that I experienced it. It made me realize how depleted my pride and self-esteem was. It was really great that there were people who cared about me - people who put up with my spacing-out, rants, my tears (yes I cried - a lot - in public - ewww!), etc.
Now as you can see, I am very much happy and content. I’ve realized that in order to receive more, you have to give more. One must first experience being PWNED so that one will appreciate what it feels like to be loved, and to love. Our story is very much different from your regular stories. We met, got drunk, said goodbyes, met again in a bar, got drunk, said goodbyes, met online, went offline, met again in a bar, went home (no goodbyes there~), went out of town, got back in town, holding hands, broke up after a few months, got back together after a few months and have been together ever since.
It’s weird. I mean our friends say that all we do is argue and fight, but to us, it’s normal. We never seem to agree on most things but we get along fine (maybe because of the secks? - pardon me Ade for borrowing your spelling). LOL. For example, movies. This truly is a dilemma. We have different tastes. We usually bicker first before deciding which one to see. So far, one always gets pissed and just goes with what the other one wants, :lol: it’s funny. Food: I like Japanese food. I can eat and eat and eat Japanese food and not get tired of it. She, you got it right, doesn’t like it. She wants Pinoy food. I don’t have a problem with Pinoy food, it’s great I tell you, but if I have a choice, I’d choose Japanese food. No second thoughts. Dancing: I hate it to the core of my being. :lol: She brought me to them clubs and bars and most of the time we ended up fighting, I mean really fighting. :lol: I’m not stopping her from going to them clubs, I just don’t belong in those places. I’d rather be geeking on my computer or browsing the internet.
Despite our differences, at the end of the day, we’d still say our i-love-yous, and we’d still hug and kiss. It’s weird, but beautiful at the same time. Mush~
I’m afraid. Permanence is something that doesn’t exist in this world. I’m afraid of being alone again, of going home to an empty house, of going out with the barkada alone, of having coffee alone, of sleeping with myself, of being brokenhearted. You’re at the lowest you’ve ever been and you know it sucks, but you can’t do anything about it unless you move on, but, moving… on… is… a… fucking… bitch!!! :lol: I had to sleep with a dozen girlies before I could move on. It took me a whole fucking year. So you see, I can’t think of anything worse than Brokenheartedness. It truly is PWNAGE at it’s best.
