How It All Ended

I was a mere spectator in somebody else's love story - taga-kinig ng kuwento, taga-masid, taga-bigay ng payo.

And the thing about being a spectator is that you get to see everything. You watch people make reckless decisions - you know who's being toyed, and see who's fooling around. You judge, silently, from a distance.

But you never step in. It is NOT your story.

So you watch, powerless, from the sidelines.

And it's all funny when all things come to a full circle - for love to arrive at your own door, knock on it, and with its accusing, distrusting eyes, lets itself in.