Guess I’m not ‘because I’m writing this.
5 months of trying not to communicate with him,isolating myself from him (you read the word: trying). But indeed it’s the farthest that this could go ( wait,I’m wrong,it’s not supposed to be the superlative). Let me just summarize the five months in a nutshell (sound redundant eh?) no GM’s from each other,he doesn't have my number anymore, no text,trying the ‘not-viewing-his-profile-and-twitter” principle, but still can’t refrain myself from talking about him or saying his name. He asked how I am once via twitter, I replied. Well then, yesterday is different. Was and Is different.
Opportunity to call for free, I don’t know what come to me; I just dial,not thinking,not thinking at all. I’ve already given up when he texted “bkit k mzcol”. Not thinking again (another term for setting aside the brain), I replied (well,I honestly can’t remember by details) “ Kwentuhan tayo,ycah to”. “Text ako pag pwede na tumawag” I took a deep breath all the time. I can’t tell how I’m feeling exactly but it’s like being stiff inside yet you have to move normally. Improper breathing,improper living,improperly doing this.
So he texted,I’m ready not to call him,to back-out,to just continue my so-called principle,but my friend already dialed it “calling….______”WHAAAAAAT?!!!!!!!
“Hello….bakit?”his voice oh my…his voice.
“Wala lang” the cheap me..oh my…the cheap me…
“Victory,Amoranto,Summer Camp,Dyna,may makikitext….”
And it ended.
Just like on the reports on Comm. Theories earlier,girls are really after the emotion.
The feeling? How was it? Hey?!
I blinked, I guess. Oh,it seems…(wait! Before that,I did that (calling him) because I believe for the resurrection, I believe at dreaming on. I was thinking ( I’m not really not thinking, maybe…
Maybe…we could be friends again (the dream that I've already given up,the situation that is impossible in all the impossible situations, the one that I buried and accepted ( I think not fully,you can say).
Oh,it seems….
I've got a right decision for the last five months.
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