Bata pa lang ako, hindi na ako naniniwala sa “happily-ever-after”. Cynic na kung cynic but I’m just being realistic. Alam kong hindi siya totoo eh. Non-existent. Kathang-isip. Bakit ko pa ipagpipilitan sa sarili ko na totoo kung hindi naman, diba? Bakit? Hindi na ba nag-aaway ang isang couple once na nagpakasal sila? Nag-aaway pa rin naman diba? Nakakasiraan. Nagkakalokan. Kaya lolokohin ko lang sarili ko pag ginawa ko yun. Kapag naniwala ako dun. Kaya nga I never believed in love stories eh. Happily-ever-afters will always be just a tale. Just a lie… Kung hindi man, well… for me, it is. Wala siyang puwang sa buhay ko. At natatakot ako kung halimbawang may puwang man siya sa buhay ko. I don’t think my life will ever be the same if that is the case… Because no matter what I do, no matter how I analyze it, I don’t think I will ever be able to calculate how much ever after could last and how much I’ll be able to give… And if love is in the equation, I don’t know if I can give it… But just when I was ready to entirely let go of it- of love… Someone taught me how to write a love story. How to write… My own love story.
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