good things

Halfway through my fries and Coke float at noon today, my phone beeped. Checking it out, I suddenly had this feeling that I so badly wanted it to be someone. Only, it wasn’t him.

I know I’m missing him. I realized I may have talked to him, from time to time, exchange thoughts and gossips. And yet I STILL MISS HIM. It’s kinda funny when one would think about it. We both have each other’s mobile numbers, e-mail addresses, Friendster accounts and yet, not even once after long years had there been a mere "storya ta.mingaw ko nimo?” sent out.

But there were a lot actually.Yet I hate to think we both ignored it.

“Were they?”

I remember how we laughed heartily in between swapping stories of our previous stabs ,no holds barred living and recalling how sheer idiocy, childishness and insobriety stole reasoning and sanity from us during the crests, troughs and waves of our lives. I even remember how we tipsily agreed on which is the least evil of the three.

And I choose to remember that particular instance when he professed how much he appreciated him and me at that moment, and how I only smiled and showed the same understanding in a blush.

Maybe I’ve given what we had too much significance that I failed to actually preserved it right. I should probably hang myself for putting heavy doses of emotional attachment into everything and everyone I get tangled in and up with.

Reasons:
1.) Because I was stupid.
2.) Because I didn't know what I was doing.
3.) And there's the incredibly annoying fact that I love him. I cant draw the line though.. x.x

“Just how could something so good be so sad to think about?”