I never stopped loving you. Probably, I never will. Ever. This will make me do stupid things sometimes or most of the time.. But that’s how it is. Loving makes me stupid and crazy. Love for me is you. YOU.
I think the hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us know what’s going on. Neither of us know what the other is thinking. And we are both trying to make decisions on information we don’t know.
You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ‘til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
You don’t have to know.
I miss you but I can’t say it, or maybe I refuse to say it. You never fail to make me love you despite everything you’ve done. This is the effect you have on me. You don;t have to know. I’ll love you forever, I love you still. Always have, always will.
“It’s not that we didn’t love each other, it’s just that love wasn’t enough. So i think i have to let go, we have to let go.”
Sa totoo lang, di naman dahilan yung porket mas nakikita mong mahalaga ka dun sa isa, di mo na papanindigan yung binitiwan mong salita sa isa na magbabago ka. Di lahat ng bagay nakukuha sa madaling paraan. Yung iba pinaghihirapan.
There will never be an easy way out. Sometimes, you just have to go through everything the hard way. Maybe then you’ll see if it’s worth it.
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Back to Square 1.
You don’t know how comfortable it felt. Seemed like i went back to the time when nothing and no one came between us. The feeling was different. I was back in my comfort zone. You ARE my comfort zone. I couldn’t and maybe I wouldn’t be able to put into words the rush of emotion that came through me. It was surreal. It was something… Uhg! I don’t know. At that moment, it was only us. The way you took me into your arms like you didn’t want me to leave. The way you held me and kissed my forehead whle you were driving. The way you took my hand and how your fingers gently stroke it. Stolen glances, peripheral vision. Those were all that I had. But I felt so different. In our world, it was like no other. I am scared, though. Scared of you, of what you can and won’t do. Scared of seeing myself fall endlessly into your blackhole again. To fall without knowing where I’ll end up. If it’s you waiting there to catch me or if you’ll even take the fall with me. Everything is uncertain, but I still choose to stay. I know in my heart how much I want US. If only you could give importance to fidelity, loyalty and commitment. Importance to me. To us. To what we used to have.
I won’t stop hoping.
