Posted by Paurong sa Martes, Nobyembre 14, 2006
Being typical for some people, anyone can consider this number as a crap. It is his favorite number. It is her favorite number. And it is also my favorite number. The three of us are connected with each other in some way or another… But right now I can’t flaunt the idea of keeping the two of them.
Long stories were written. The guy meets the girl. The girl falls in love with the guy. The guy turns out to feel the same way. The guy and me become friends. The guy suddenly decides to end what’s between him and the girl. The guy meets someone else. The guy is left behind by his two best friends. I become the guy’s best friend. The guy leaves me. The girl is there for me! The girl leaves me as well.
I am feeling a total lost right now. Everytime I see the guy, I can’t help but to resist my anger–anger upon his negligence about our friendship. The guy has forgotten everything, I don’t know why! I don’t even want to greet the girl each time we cross along the corridors…
The reality is this: I am at the brink of an unrenowned blackhole. I am in need for someone to be with me all the time. Someone who could care for me. Someone who would own me and whom I would own wholeheartedly. I need someone.