a slap on the face

by the time i arrived at the airport i left all my thoughts and concentrated on how will i travel home. home is a good 15 kilometers from the airport and i barely have twenty bucks in my pocket. i had two choices, to rent a multicab and pay the driver after we arrive at my place or do some old fashioned SOS through Gsms. just as i lifted my two kilo excess baggage i got a message from marco:

"im home, san ka?"

divine intervnetion

"im at he airport, kararating lang, will you fetch me?"

"sure, wait lang"


5 cigarette sticks and too many familiar faces later, i saw marco on the parking lot sporting a very lame chuck bass look.

"where's earl?"

"in the car, nice luggage, get in."

there was earl, fresh from a night of booze sex and rock n roll and a little too proud about it.

"so hows the trip? nagkita kayo ng pseudo lover mo?"

" twas good, shemps."

PSEUDOLOVER?! whats that suppose to mean? i know marco is one proud ass but i never really thought he'd be all condescending when it comes to things like these. okay, maybe what i have with sunshine can never pass for what his idea of relationship is but to actually blurt it out like that, was it necessary? it was bad enough that i came home dispirited but PSEUDLOVER? yes, their relationship maybe monumental with a whole 5 years of shit and cum but does he really have to use that term to describe us?

okay. OA. but fuck him. i love my sunshine and i know, at some point, my sunshine loves me. it doesn't take a whole half a decade of companionship to define a relationship. it only takes two souls who love each other, irregardless of distance and presence nor absence of that 8 letter word.

come to think of it, that eight letter word might as well be bullshit for marco.


peace marc, you know i love you. hahaha. pagawas lang sa gibati.