PROLOUGE
WARNING: ang istoryang ito ay hindi ipinapayong basahin ng mga taong masyadong malalim ang tingin sa kanilang buhay at nabubuhay na parang ang mundo ay puno ng pilosopiya ng nais nyang isabuhay. Ito ay isang napakababaw at maaaring masyado ng karaniwang storya at maaari mo ring kabagutan at sabihan na walang kwenta. Kaya naman kung isa ka sa aking mga nabanggit ay pindutin mo na ang “back button” at wag ng magpatuloy sa pagbabasa. Maraming Salamat Po!
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When you read, you enter the world of the story that you are reading. Sometimes you also think to be one of the characters in that story. It is the feeling that we want to be special that make us think this way. However we can never live inside a book or be one the characters in that story. Because, we are living in reality, in the real world. But!...
We can always create our own real story here in the real world, right?
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I flip another page of my new book and smile to myself. The wind blows my bookmark away. Sh!t. I loved that one. Tumayo na ko sa pagkakaupo ko at sapilitang hinabol ang aking bookmark. Pero wa epek eh, it is so much farther from me now. Di ko na mahabol.
*sigh*
Déjà vu
Sobrang familiar. Hayyy. I looked at the sky aboved me. Then tears started to form in my eyes. All the pain that I kept in my heart for so long is coming back to me now.
I remember that time, exactly a year before. I’m fifteen years old right now. I’m old enough not to be a fool anymore. If only I could came back to that time, if only I could change all that things that have happen. I would not be miserable and lonely right now. If only.
That time I was wishing for love. Now I’m wishing that love never came that time.
