Technically, I’m not “penning” it down, typing it would be the more appropriate word.
JULY 24, 2014: 5PM-9PM.
What is this about? Naahh, just about someone whom I’ve met in my new workplace while we were still trainees back in February 2014. We were groupmates back then, and honestly I would never have imagined growing close with him. I have to admit that I found him cute, but it wasn’t that serious of a crush. He’s funny and he’s sensible. He may appear a little too forward and flirty towards others, but based on our conversations, I can tell that he’s a sensitive soul. To cut the story short, we instantly clicked.
(fast forward to present)
After our AM shift, I was hanging out with my dutymates from the operating room. Suddenly, my phone rang and the caller ID reflected his goofy face. I picked the phone up and answered it.
"Pril? Chill ta sa IT park na… Starbucks ta."
"Naa ko Ayala, ari nalang diri. Naa mga taga-OR diri.."
"Nakapambalay man ko. Ari lang ta IT."
"Okay, ikaw gud. Mutext ra niya ko. Texi sad ko if naa naka IT."
Well??? That phone call may have changed the course of my rollercoaster emotions. I’m gonna be in trouble, but I didn’t care. Instead, I felt… happy.
You are very much loved by the people you touched with your awesome simplicity. You are a picture of strength and valor. You are an inspiration to all of us who remembers you as the boy who laughs too damn hard.. 😁 We love you, I love you ex. I promise to see you again, and I’m happy because you’re already free from earthly pain. Watch over us plssss…. you’re our angel now, always have been 😌 #CNU2013 #BeePolars #youarenotgonejustahead
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do."
MY. OVARIES. JUST. EXPLODED. 😵😲😳 Good Lord help me. #TOP #bigbang #choiseunghyun #ultimatecrush
BACK TO BACK Volleyball Championships.. rooting for #ADMU @rexintal #marckespejo and #alyssavaldez 👍👍
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