Minsan sa buhay, makakahanap ka ng pag-ibig. Hahawakan mo, aalagaan mo, itatago mo hanggang kaya mo. Pag naubos, wala ka nang magagawa kundi magparaya. Buhay nga nagtatapos. Relasyon pa kaya?
I’m destined to hurt you, you hate me for that but one day you’ll thank me for hurting you. | Always click the external link for the other side of the story. | A short story collaboration with @pilosopotasya
When falling in love with you is destined to hurt as hell. | Always click the external link for the other side of the story. | A short story collaboration with @Lanceyw
A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.
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Sometimes I wish I had arms so I can wrap it around her shoulders. I wish I had fingers so I can hold her hand in mine. I wish I had a tongue that can tell her how beautiful I think she is, no matter the time of day. I wish I had lips so I can kiss her again and again. Maybe then, I could make her feel less alone.
May pagseselosan siya, mag-aaway kami. May pagseselosan ako, mag-aaway kami. May ginawa siyang bullshit, mag-aaway kami. May ginawa akong bullshit, mag-aaway kami. Konting di pagkakaintindihan, away. Konting away, break. Paulit-ulit. Paikot-ikot. Nakakapagod din.
