Good or bad, everything comes to an end. But the end of of some things start new things.
"I'm sorry. Please, just let me explain. Yung kay Maria? Wala lang 'yon. I love you. So much. Please, don't leave." It really is painful knowing that no matter how many years your relationship went through, it will come to an end.
And this time... It is our relationship that will end.
"Yung mga sinasabi mo ngayon, wala na silang epekto sakin. Simple 'sorry' and 'I love you' will never take away the pain I am feeling right now."
"Please, just one last chance. Please, Love." As much as I wanted to... but I am already tired.
"Sorry, Sebastian. We have to let go." Nung nasabi ko ang mga salitang 'yon, umalis na ko. Ilang beses man niya akong tawagin hindi na ako lumingon pa, baka kasi isang lingon ko lang 'di ko mapigilan ang sarili kong bumalik sa kanya.
I really don't want to be included on something that is "uso" pero ganon siguro talaga kauso ang panloloko at pati ako nadamay.
Basti or Sebastian owns a big part of me. And I never thought of not having him. But things change, people change and feelings, too.
We were happy then, since we were in elementary. Times that the reasons I cry is because he bullies me, I lost my precious pens, I had a bad dream or I am having a hard time drawing something (which actually Basti saves me and draw what I have to draw).
Who wouldn't miss it? Times where you only cry for childish things. Not like this. Not crying for someone who you don't expect to leave.
So I understand why some people chooses to drown their selves in words.
And that is when I started to hold a pen... and post it on blog sites.
Entry# 1
the flame you gave her warmth her soul
it is you, making her feel the heat in her whole
it is the kisses, hugs and you
that gives a feeling that's new
she loves it so she let you
she loves it so she loved you
but you left and left her unwarmed
and now her heart is somehow numb
-primrose
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