Tuesday, June 03, 2008

BUS & Blabz II: Paradox of Hatred and Peace

A huge fight happened the day after my birthday. I guess all the hatred in my heart just had to get out and stab him on all sides. So did his anger.

It all happened online. The biggest fonts, and the MOST NUMBER OF UPPERCASE LETTERS you could find in a single chat conversation, you'd find it there. Top that with foul and vulgar words. The decision to cut all ties was made. The finality of everything hurt.

He decided to return his keys to my house, and pick up his stuff on the day I was supposed to be celebrating my birthday. Very considerate.

I was strong. A few drops of tears were there, but I had to be strong.

I had a party to organize. Irony.

...

I had my sisters. My step father was there. Party planning... That helped a lot. I'm moving on...

Until a tall, handsome man arrived uninvited, with a huge bouquet of wild flowers.

...

Yes, that kagwapuhan was him; the guy who couldn't care less.

BULLSHIT! After harassing me with his words. He woos me again with them.
Lady Schwarz:
"What are you doing? What the FCUK are you doing?"
He said he wasn't trying to come back. He said he just wanted to apologize for what he did.

I cried. Of course, I cried! It hurt! It hurt so much to see him again. It hurt to even smell him!

He sat there beside me. Just quiet.

The honesty was still there. The love, the truth, and despite what previously happened, the respect.

He hugged me, he was there to comfort. And as much as I knew it was wrong, I let him kiss me. It felt okay. The sexual chemistry, it was still there all right. But I really was moving on...

He didn't stay for my party. I had the time of my life with my friends that night. I was happy. Content.

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