How come happy faces pervade the whole gamut of pictures posted in social networking sites all over the net? Where are those that highlight the hurt that any one of us may feel at any given time? Where are the emotions that pierce the veil of our contoured countenances? I want to get real. I want to feel what I feel intently. I no longer want to deny and hide. This whole dance of breaking up and making up is making me tired. And hurt. But it also makes me realize why I always go back in the first place. The closest friend that I have says it's merely a phase. It's just a habit that needs breaking. A conglomeration of safe routines established in a span of less than a year. But I miss the sweet banoffee pie, the hot chocolates, and the late night cuddling that lasted the whole night. Yet it may never happen again. In fact, it nearly never happened. It is the fear of the unknown, of the separation that brought it about in the first place. It is one incoherent stream of colors dancing along a wide spectrum that I could not even begin to grasp and accept.
I am scared and afraid.
2 comments:
Dude, just keep it cool and easy. Take it one step at a time, kahit small steps e makakarating ka rin doon. :)
Hey goodboi, I hope so. Sana I'd have enough cool to make each step that I need. Thanks for dropping by..
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