"See that star?, that's you.", I said pointing towards the dark sky.
"See this ground?, this is me.", I said pointing to the ground beneath us.
"Now, do you understand?", I asked already feeling iritated with this guy.
"You're the type of person, whom everyone admires, envies and tries to reach."
Something I myself can't even reach.
He stood there nodding, feeling proud, while watching my face cringe.
"Uggghhh, you, you---! ", I didnt finish what I want to say 'cause it is useless.
"I perfectly understand.", he stated.
"I'm a shooting star that eventually will meet the ground.", he smiled.
"What?!, no no no no!", I said stomping my feet like a child having a tantrum.
I'm lost, where was this conversation going?
Okay. OKAY!
He won.
We're not even playing a game.
BINABASA MO ANG
IF YOU
RandomIf remembering means loving you, I'd rather forget. If fighting for this love means loving you, I'd rather lose. If loving you means staying, I'd rather go. If loving you means to feel, to be alive, I'd rather be numb, I'd rather be dead. -Em-
