BUS: Backslide

My heart has been peaceful the past few days... Not hurting, not happy, not sad (romantically speaking)... Just quiet. Surviving. Steady. Breathing.

Until these text messages arrive:
Sir William Pennybanks:

"I gues ur aslip na. Cge po gudnyt slip well."

"Globe n pala gamit mo nw. Wala naman po jst misses u."

"Basta, miss u lng. nevermind. Sori kung naistorbo kta... Hehehe..."

"Wats up? 2log naman c manoy ha. Joke.wla naman po. Anyway gudnyt slip n tau."

"Hehehe miss ko n voice mo . . .hehehe kulit ko noh."

The tears just had to flow. It hurts. As much as it hurts, I liked hearing from him. I hate it that it felt that way. It's like a wound that has almost dried up... He just had to scratch off the scab to make my wound fresh again. I hate saying it, but... I hate it!