I am very sure he would read this and this again would create another anxiety. Cheka! Well, a week ago, me and my mon amour broke up--- for 20 hours or so. At the risk of sounding so high school, we were back at each other’s arms again after withholding sight and grime for those hours.

That feeling led me astounded and squeezing out every chink of optimism in my jolly state. I was quiet relatively but my angsts hounded like a gnarling dog. Tis the time to recap and be stupid again and its so refreshing to be immature because you know nobody cares. I felt like a part time- first time lover who wants her feelings to be sensationalized by Joe d’ Mango.

As usual, I looked like a Chinese doll that’s never been sold due to too much emotion. No, I didn’t listen to cheesy love songs. Instead, I rode an FX on the way to Bulacan wearing bumble bee shades to hide my melancholic eyes. I was wont to observe and see the sights of Fairview again after 3 months but text messages came like a thief immediately turning on the faucet. I was so surprised at that provocation that I can immediately sense that my tear ducts are against me. And I was strong then. I was a leader in college with a very firm voice that can crack a nimwit. Whew, things have mellowed this time.

I went back to get stuff and everything seemed looking forward. We talked as if we were playing chess. Predicting a move, creating a trap and sensing something fishy but nice. It ended nice naman. It becomes tiring all of a sudden. Hay nako… So we made our lives easier and got back again.