He was my greatest chase. He keeps me in a pace where I found myself so lost in the momentum, in a strange velocity. Why can't I see the finish line? It is a race I cannot win but still I chose to follow his footprints. Kung ang buhay ay isang karera siguro'y tatanda akong nakikipaghabulan. I like him a lot... no, maybe I love him and it's not a secret. I know all of his favorites. His perfume, his branded shoes, his voice, the way he walks, his exes, his flings. I memorize it all, though I am least on his list of favorites. He hates me, he hate my guts and the idea of me liking him. He knew I existed but he chose to ignore. I put him first but I am his last. He glares at me but I smiled. Patuloy niya akong tinatalikuran, binabalewala but still bakit gusto ko parin siya? Pero ang puso pala pag napagod, humihinto. At nang huminto naglakad ako pabalik... but why am I seeing him behind me? This is my race, my contest. I am riding my own rhythm, my own tempo. Faster... Because I am chasing after a De Buenavista.All Rights Reserved
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By continuing, you agree to Wattpad's Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.He was my greatest chase. He keeps me in a pace where I found myself so lost in the momentum, in a strange velocity. Why can't I see the finish line? It is a race I cannot win but still I chose to follow his footprints. Kung ang buhay ay isang karera siguro'y tatanda akong nakikipaghabulan. I like him a lot... no, maybe I love him and it's not a secret. I know all of his favorites. His perfume, his branded shoes, his voice, the way he walks, his exes, his flings. I memorize it all, though I am least on his list of favorites. He hates me, he hate my guts and the idea of me liking him. He knew I existed but he chose to ignore. I put him first but I am his last. He glares at me but I smiled. Patuloy niya akong tinatalikuran, binabalewala but still bakit gusto ko parin siya? Pero ang puso pala pag napagod, humihinto. At nang huminto naglakad ako pabalik... but why am I seeing him behind me? This is my race, my contest. I am riding my own rhythm, my own tempo. Faster... Because I am chasing after a De Buenavista.