Bilocation

She was utterly frustrated. While he was not fazed. Even just a bit. The smell of romance has faded into the overwhelming stench of solitude and differences. He said the girl was too much. A weight not meant to be carried. A thing to pass the time. A toy meant only for fun.

Woman. she was full of life and for three years, that is. He missed her a lot for those three years. He kept missing her a lot. But somehow, that “a lot” turned into “maybe” he missed her. The boy was silent, maybe wondering why he missed her less. Was there another? Was there less of her in his heart? “Maybe it’s both”- the boy thought.

December. Merry making time. It was a jolly little Christmas and she was smiling. For a moment she thought that the call from overseas was for him to hug her even if he wasn’t there. It didn’t even cross her mind that the call will be cut short with him bidding her goodbye.

January. A new year for her. At least that’s what she thought. Indeed it was over, but one day he came back. Saying he gained his senses back and was willing to look only at her. She was gullible enough to trust him again. Maybe because she heard he cried, while thinking that she might have another in her heart. New year, she thought. New year.

February. Just like the call, the romance was cut short. He told the woman he wanted to stop. She didn’t hear “It’s not you, it’s me”. In fact, he put the blame on her. He told her being with her is becoming a baggage for him. It turns out she was played for a fool. He didn’t mean it to be. But he made it to be. No more chocolates and cupcakes.

Think there’s more? No. More of him and she’ll burst like a dam overflowing with water. Those three years and those last three months are all he’s worth. Now the rest of her life will be for her, and the right man,not the “boy” who wavered while having her heart on his sleeve.

Humid. Hot. Water: Negative. Nevertheless I feel all right at home. It’s been so long. My mind is so full of sleepless nights that I still fail to sleep on time. Yet I find myself waking up at the crack of dawn. What does that say? Maybe it’s the flowers? :) ❃ ❃ ❃

I’ve never read Percy Jackson (same author), so i guess I’m missing out. However, The Kane Series is another good read. A little adventure won’t hurt one’s vacation. ;)

We were there once. In the busy, crowded alley of love. Clueless and innocent, we were once. For maybe fifteen years of me waking up still a living creature in Earth, I’ve found myself someone who knows me yet does not, and can not contain me. Him and I have a relationship so unknown that even Math would not be able to explain it. It’s like a benign tumor. It’s there, but it doesn’t hurt. Our relationship, that is. It is safe to say that sometimes, we know each other so well and sometimes, we are worse than strangers. It’s a crowded alley of love and we’re in two different directions. He is one of the intelligent of humankind and that is a part of him I like the most. His principles define him and his knowledge is bound by morality. He knows how to treat a woman right and he knows when not to. He knows me, so well that I find myself unable to feed him lies. I dare not say he consumes me because he doesn’t. He gives hints of his feelings and does not speak outright, the words “love”, or even “like”. And yet I find myself deeply attracted to him. Not because of his wits, and not even for his ideals. It’s a crowded alley of love and yet we stumbled upon each other. Not being able to read the map, not being able to go the extra mile. I am attracted because he gives me reasons to.

He is not just a mere stranger anymore. Yes he was once, but not today. :”)

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It’s not sudden. It’s just that i realized that I regret. The decision to let you let me go was worse than not having snowbear candies for a month. It’s worse than forgetting to pay the electricity bills. It was something incomprehensible and totally unfathomable. I was infatuated. Then you made it real. You turned that wonder into an emotion that is quite surreal. It was not superficial neither was it unconditional. It was a love full of conditions of time, distance, and everything else in between. I wanted to be with you. Just the same, I think it’s fair to say that you wanted to be with me too. I was a stubborn piece of shit and I quietly said “Yes” when you said “No More”. I should have said “Stop, in the name of love” or something along those lines. Just something that will make you look back and think that you really DO WANT to be with me. But I didn’t. I did not pick up the sufficient amount of courage i needed in my most desperate attempts to keep your heart with me. I tripped and when you walked continuously, I did not follow suit. It was a regrettable decision, when you were the only one kind enough to look at me as if I was the most important person in the world. It’s been years and yet I find myself still tumbling on the idea of hanging on instead of the usual cliche of “moving on”.

Years I tell you, YEARS. </3

(via twinklingeuphoria)

:)

devincastro:

This is my favorite Ross Geller moment. Ever.

gahh…just make it easy right? :))