Broke by destiny.
It was a perfect sentence for the two of us. It's almost October 26, 2015, our Month sarry, when I saw on the too right corner of my phone, saying it's already 11:51 pm. He's still my ex and I will remember every single memory he left. For now, I'm feeling bittersweet, delighted, sick and helpless - which making me look at the screen of my phone seeing his posts of remembrance that make my eyes still widened to not fall asleep.
My news feed was a mess, seeing their posts.
Mr. Steve
"He's not a ordinary girl. He's the one. But I guess, it's over."
#AWalkToRemember
I smiled a little when I saw the comments,
Mrtty Pons
Bakla k pla? :D
JR Cruz
Bro, pakslan mo n iyng lalaki mo!
Len-Leny
Ako b yan?
Mr. Steve
"*She's not a ordinary *boy. *She's the one. But I guess, it's over."
JR Cruz
Confirm k n tol.
Mr. Steve
"*She's not a *boy. *She's ordinary the one. But I guess, it's over."
Mrtty Pons
Cnu b ksi yan? :P
Mr. Steve
Secret. XP
Mrtty Pons
Crush ng lhat si Secret.
Iyonhg totoo, pumunta ka ba talaga sa states? Wrong grammar?
Siguro, he's just joking around.
I was looking at blinking line on the comment box. Don't know what to say. Hmmm. . .
Oh, nevermind.
I scrolled down, and saw another post. And it was him.
Liro Cullen
When I get serious, it gets precious. #GirlYouChangeMe
759 likes 65 comments 6 shares
How famous he is.
My fingers was itched to tap that comment link and read all about it. As I accidentally tapped it, I frowned.
Duke Bucks13
Bro, chix b yn?
Oh my, ayaw ko na. Stop it.
I. dont. want. TO. ASSUME!
But why is it like this, The more you assume, the lesser chance you have, the lesser you assume, the more you lose a chance.?
I get up and sit on my bed with a bed sheet covering my thighs and legs. All I can see is darkness. Even when I turn on my lamp, darkness still is overflowing. This was because of them.
I turn off the lamp and went to sleep, but before a closed my eyes, I heard the sound of the door knob and the slighted opening of the door. Hala!
May Mumu!
Huwag naman lord! Mag-isa lang ako dito sa bahay, mahimatay ako walang tutulong sa akin.
Nakatalikod ako sa pinto, lying on my bed. Suddenly, I hear some hiss that made cringed and more afraid. I hear gossips and sound of tiptoeing, when I tried my best to reach the lamp's button for light to surrounds on. When I reached it, I looked at the door that is widely open and I. . .
