10 Tips to Mend a Broken Heart (Ongoing)

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I sat at the sidewalk and stared at the cars that go and went.

Suddenly may biglang tumabi sa'kin. I didn't have to turn my head, amoy niya pa lang alam kk na kung sino.

"Alam mo kung ano yung nakakatawa?" Tinignan ko si Art saglit. I flashed a weak smile.

"Everyone's been asking me the same shitty question that I've been asking myself,

'Why him?'

Sabi nga sa kanta, the heart wants what it wants. Na, we never can choose kung kanino tayo tatamaan."

Tumingala ako. Hoping that this position would help me in holding back my tears.

"Yung .. " my voice was slowly breaking, again ".. kahit alam mong ang sama sama ng ginawa niya sayo, mahal mo pa rin siya. Yung.. I'm trying my best to get over him but he's making it more difficult for me. Ang selfish nya." Binaon ko yung mukha ko sa braso ko. My legs were folded.

"Ang sakit sakit na eh. Ang sakit."

My tears fell. Betraying my willpower.

"Did he really have to come back the second time just to hurt me again? "

I bit my lip, hard. Naiinis ako.

"Did he have to show me how happy he is with her? Did he have to tell me stuffs about her? Ang insensitive niya. Grabe. Ang yabang. Bolero. Playboy. F*ckboy."

I was breathless. Sinandal ko yung ulo ko sa pader. Di ko na napigilan yung luha ko.

For a moment, the cold breeze filled the space.

"Pero mahal mo."

Napalingon ako kay Art.

And there it was. The truth.

Iyak lang ako ng iyak while nakasandal sa tuhod ko. Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder and hugged me.

"Ssshh.. Ilabas mo lang." He said while running his fingers through my hair.

Dear heart, why him?