You know my story not what I’ve been through.
3 more days to go and it’ll be 3 months since we broke up. You don’t know how much I’ve been through ever since. Crying from the minute I woke up until I sleep. I can’t stand being alone cause that’ll only give me a chance to think about him over and over again.
Yeah, I went out: I went out with my family. That’s probably the most helpful thing I did.
Yeah, I met new friends: Friends not connected to him, I made sure of that so there won’t be any chance in seeing him again.
Yes, I had flings with somebody else: We were tight. Wherever he is, or wherever I am, we’re always together.
BUT THAT WASN’T ENOUGH. When I saw him again… twas just… god why. I realize I wasn’t over him. I still love him, HINDI NAMAN NAWALA, EH. We had a drink at his house like the usual. And you know how people starts to blab about things when they’re drunk, right? Well he said…
“Hindi naman kita papakawalan, eh. Ikaw kasi, eh… hinding hindi kita papakawalan kung alam mo lang.” :( — and you guys don’t know how much that made me cry. How much regret I felt when I did those stupid things..
That’s just the first part of my story, if I wrote everything down from day 1 until now… you’ll feel my pain.
But I know for sure, there’ll be another chance for us. Sabi nga ng mga kaibigan ko, kahit gumanyan-ganyan pa siya, babalik at babalik yan sa totoong mahal niya. At may sarili din akong kasabihan, KUNG KAMI, KAMI TALAGA. And yeah, I’m holding on to that thought…
