you say my cigarette brand tastes like paper. so you smoke marlboro lights, instead. i do only if i've ran out of mine.

you like loud music. but thanks, you once tried to find me my kind of tunes.

you hate to walk. i love to. everytime.

you're so laidback, your spine might have been jellies in their past lives (if ever they're true). i think you're too cool and calm for me.

you don't talk much in front of other people. surprisingly, i don't recall a time when we've ran out of things to talk about. hmm, comforting thought.

you drink a lot. you may deny it, but you're still you whenever you're drunk--always the same sober you. just a little loud, perhaps.

you are a rockstar. i am, too. don't protest.

you smell everything. or anyone. i liked it everytime you assumed i just showered even after a whole hectic day's worth of being around the city.

you force me to stay away. but you hold my hand whenever you can. why? "kasi gago ako." i don't think you are, though. i miss the way my hand fits yours perfectly.

you hugged me so tight when i gave up. i never held anyone that close before.


don't think that i never believed you when you said you tried. that, exactly, is what pains me now. i wish i could hate you, i really do. but i won't. it wouldn't change how things are now. and i'm scared to think that it will, eventually. hoping tires me. waiting does, too.

i'll be just fine missing you. but i hope it doesn't stay this way for long--sana maging mabilis lang ang proseso ng paglimot.