Years of waiting, years of hoping, years of missing, years got wasted because of loving.
All of us experienced love and pain, if not feeling them both at the same time, then at least we felt it one after the other. They always come together like jam and butter, cones and ice cream, sugar and coffee, etc. You can't feel the love without pain, and vice versa.
You may have felt pain in a different way I have, in a different intensity than I felt, or in a different time but we both know how it felt when we fell in love.
There was a time when I felt like I was having a very beautiful nightmare, it was indeed a nightmare since I was hurting and it was breathtaking, but it was beautiful because I was happy.
There's this girl I laid my eyes on. She wasn't that pretty, nor sexy; but she's smart. People find her childish, narrow-minded, bitchy and all other negative attitudes you can describe for a girl but for me she was perfect. It's always like that, right? Even if she's the worst, we always think that she's the best. Love did that to our system, to us.
I was head over heels in love with her, we're both happy with what we have, and I think she loves me too. We're not together, we don't have a label, but we're happy just by knowing that we have each other. I was blinded by my feelings for her, I thought everything's on point, but it's not.
She doesn't feel exactly the same way for me, but it's okay; at least she feels something (almost the same with what I feel for her) for me.
BINABASA MO ANG
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