Why the tears?
It wasn't anyones fault other than me. It wasn't him, it wasn't the city, it was me. The very first “gandang gabi” we had a long twilight ago defined what he was, is and will be. I had a prequel of what he has to offer and i look past it. I was dreamy and in love and stupid. And i took a leap of faith. I asked him to jump and what he did was a mere hopity hop hop. But again, it wasn't him. I love him because he hopity hop hop. I can never bash him for being him because him is what i love about him.
Am i going around in circles?
Seriously.
Why me? Why my fault? Because unfortunately i am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, cant-live-without-each-other-love*. It took me three weeks to realize that i wont be able to find that love in that city, that beautiful avenue, his perfectly real bed. I shouldn't have gone there. I shouldn't have invaded his territory.
But I'm home now. And so is he.
(*had to borrow her line)
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