marry, v.
I saw my little niece holding a rose and crying. I asked her why, she then looked at me and said, "Kuya, ayaw akong pakasalan ni kuya." she was referring to my nephew. Then I told her, "Baby, hindi pwede." she cried. She kept on asking why, then my nephew swooped in and said, "Because that's incest!" I laughed. I really did find it cute.
Then I remembered you. One time you told me about your step brother that you haven't met ever since. "Baka step brother ko pala mapangasawa ko." you said. Then I told you, "Hindi yan. Ako mapapangasawa mo."
I saw my niece again wearing that thin piece of cloth, making it as her veil. Then I remembered you again. I pictured you marrying not me, but your step brother. I didn't find it cute at all. There was nothing cute about it! That's bullshit!
Now that we two broke up, I feel like you're a step closer to that damn possibility. I just want to drag you down and make you stay with me. I know someday you'll have a wonderful life. I know you'll be the light to someone's darkness, a sun to somebody else's sky, but why? Why can't it be mine?
