I eagerly re-opened the tab I closed a while ago and wrote my best friend’s love story. Her story fits perfectly for the feature area of Breathtaking Magazine, so here’s how it goes:
On the phone…
GINO: good morning baby. I love you
GIRLFRIEND #15: baby, let’s break up.
GINO: baby that morning joke is no fun at all. Haha. Love you babe.
GIRLFRIEND#15: no, I’m serious. I want a break up.
GINO: but why?!
GIRLFRIEND#15: coz you I noticed that you gained weight and it doesn’t look good on you.
GINO: did you even love me?
GIRLFRIEND#15: of course I did. Back then, when your abs was still well-toned.
GINO: so you loved me because of my abs and not because your heart beats for me?
GIRLFRIEND#15: I’m so sorry baby
GINO: I’m not your baby... anymore!
Believe it or not, this is the 15th time I got dumped. It feels horrible, to be honest. I don’t know why, but I think the girls I had in the past only liked me because I’m ‘almost perfect’ (as they say). And my life can’t continue like this. I believe I have to make a move.
I packed my things, left a letter for my parents, saying I won’t be home for a year and that she doesn’t have to worry because I’m in a good hands, and that If she insists to worry, I left my bank account number on her study table.
To cut the long story short, I am now enrolled in an all-girls school with a special program for deaf people (male and female). I’m not deaf but I want to try being imperfect. By doing this, I would know the people that are sincere to me.
This is the advantage of being rich. You can make impossible things possible.
So today’s the first day of class and I can’t believe I’m really doing this. I grabbed my backpack and jumped onto my car without even taking a bite of the sandwich on my dining table ‘coz I’m running late for school.
I entered the campus smiling because 90% of the students are girls (and the 10% goes to the male deaf students, the guards, and the professors). Ladies here are really pretty, I want to say hi to them so bad but I just can’t. I’m playing deaf remember?