"Jack, don’t let go." - Rose
Waiting for a new friend. :)
And unfortunately, every freaking lie.
Lines and a body.
- HIm: I miss your smile.
- Him: I miss you.
- Him: Is there someone else?
- HIm: Is there?
- Me: Nah. None.
- Him: Then, why? Don't you miss me?
- Me: I... don't know.
So the boyfriend, if he is still my boyfriend, is back from Riyadh. He just flew in a few hours ago and is prolly a couple of miles away from me. I got a call from him using his uncle’s number. It. Was. Very. Unexpected. I already learned to live my life on my own again, and now, he wants to be in it… again.
I’m fine this way. I don’t even know if I want to let him in.
But what if he is serious?
What if he really didn’t get the messages I sent him after our little feud?
However, what if he’s just like all the infamous men whose goal is to get into women’s pants?
I don’t know. Really.
Thank God I have a lot on my plate these days that I don’t even have time to think of it 60-70% of every damn day.
It DOES NOT have to be signature. It could be anything and it’d still look good.
We’re almost done with the board. Some cutting and glitter-ing na lang, if that’s a valid word. I finished pinning the snowflakes a few minutes ago and I feel like I decapitated my own right thumb. Sorry, little bunny.
I swear.. You are.
You will NOT always be there to protect her.
One day, she’ll realize that she is less than everything she thought she was.
And that one day will be years from now…. Years.
Because all you did was protect her from the cold and the heat when she could have known it sooner.
And it’ll shock her because the world is changing and life gets tougher.
The people are more evil and the opportunities get lesser and lesser.
And not everything has a reason.
Not all has a purpose.
For some things are more essential than understanding and comfort.
And she gotta deal with it.
Deal with it.
I lost this.
I don’t know what will make a corkboard stick permanently to a styroboard.
I don’t know how to seal the edges of a satin cloth over a styroboard.
I don’t know how to finish a project… It’s been a while.
But the challenge keeps me going.
Proving myself used to be the air that I breathe and the reason I wake up every morning.
I have to get this done.
I have to live up to my own expectations.
I have to stop disappointing myself.
And I have to go back to work 20 minutes before my break ends… Just because I want to.
And just because there are better things to do than talk about them over and over again.
That morning we ran together and I told him the sun was about to rise… And he was just infinite… We were.