single awareness month

kapag dumadating ang buwan ng February, karamihan sa mga single ay bigla na lang nagkakaroon ng selective amnesia, ipinaglilihi sa ampalaya, nagtatayo ng mga samahan at nawawalan ng 14 sa kalendaryo. eto kasi yung panahon kung saan puno ng mga korteng pusong kartolina at bulaklak ang mga malls, pa-sweet ang mga kanta sa radyo, mabenta ang mga bulaklak at chocolates at malakas ang kita ng sogo. ano nga bang meron? teka.......hmmmmm.... ano nga ba? di ko rin alam eh. hahaha 

nagpupunta sa mall mag-isa, allergic sa mga mag-syotang wagas kung mag-*tooot* sa harap mo, nagbabasa ng Precious Hearts Romances pocketbooks, yakap ang sarili habang naglalakad sa Bay Walk sa Roxas Blvd., nakatanaw sa Manila Bay, slow-mo ang paligid habang kumakanta si Eric Santos sa background. yan ang karaniwang eksena ng mga single. magiiba pa yang mga eksena na yan kapag umuulan at malamig ang panahon. 

repost

i didn't write this. i just want to share this beautiful entry to you guys, my avid readers-slash-followers. i saw this from somebody else's blog and i was affected by how that person has written this entry. his (coz i think he's a guy) words are deep and moving, you could actually feel his pain, it's as if he's in front of you telling you what happened . hands down to this guy. mabuhay ka! :D

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Twisted Love.

We all have our weaknesses, some more vulnerable than others. Mine, well I have this tendency to put up with being treated horribly but I stand there and take it because I’m afraid if I change it I’ll lose someone I care about. I guess I’m not the only one who has this tendency.

I’ll stand there and be hurt over and over almost in a masochistic fashion, and at times I hurt you back but the pain never compares to one that I would feel if I had lost you completely. It’s just a trap we’ve found ourselves in and maybe we love the way it is, and we don’t want it to change. So hurt me, inflict whatever pain you wish and watch me come crawling back just to hear you say those words that numb my pain more than anything.

Your words however cruel, however painful fade to nothing when you tell me you love me. Your cuts, however deep heal the moment you hold me. Somehow they make me stronger in the eyes of the outside world. I’m like a lost puppy, you kick me, you can torture me but I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth because I don’t belong anywhere else. A lifetime of pain is made up for by a few single moments where you show me affection. Maybe I’m crazy but I’d bleed for years for the single second in which you make me smile.

Sometimes I question how this could ever be love. But if it makes us happy who’s to say it’s wrong? Everyone puts their own label on love. It doesn’t need to be defined, you break my heart and I break yours, but we fix it in time and I know it’s crazy and completely insane but the few moments where you make me feel loved are worth it. Love isn’t all Romeo and Juliet, it’s more of a fight with the devils inside of one another.

hard. harder. hardest.

When I fell in love with you I expected a lot of things, you know, happiness, joy and all things you come to expect from love. The things we learn from movies and books, sorrow, heartbreak and all, included. Not that I prepared myself for any of those of course.

What I didn't expect was how difficult it would be to love beyond the scope of you. How hard it would be to fall in love with someone else. Not that it’s impossible, just that it’s hard. I never really expected to fall in love with someone so much that it changes the very fabric of what I conceived love to be. It’s just way too difficult to love someone that isn’t you. And you can do all you want, all you can for my betterment to push me away. But the fact is I just can’t stop loving you. You can push me away, you can ignore me, you can hate me, you can forget I ever existed, you can tell me it was all a lie, you can move on. But I just can’t stop loving you, that glint in your eyes, the one that’s so difficult to see in any other set of eyes says that somewhere deep inside you love me too. But even that makes it even harder to love another, it never seems to get any easier.

There’s just no escaping it, I can be away from you months on end, with no contact whatsoever, however it never ceases to get more and more difficult to love someone else. To want their lips more than I want yours, to crave their touch as much as I do yours. To hear their voice when it isn’t and will never be as soothing as yours. I never expected to fall so hard. I never thought it would be so difficult to love again. It gets harder and harder to love, like it gets harder and harder to breathe without you.