You're right. I'm sorry. For everything.
The sand on my feet, the chilly wind and the gentle splash of seawater... You on the phone.I have developed this amazing way of holding myself together, of not breaking down in front of anyone. But at that moment, I began to cry. I thought, they wouldn't see anyway. They were busy making out. I also thought I wouldn't cry.
The indifferent tone of your voice was more than enough to tell me that there is something wrong, although you insisted there was none. I wanted to get on a boat and go to you to see if there was a hint of what you really wanted to say in your eyes. I just want how we were before that night back.
So this is what doing something stupid and not having a chance to correct it feels like. Oh, the proverbial feeling of wasted effort. You should know. Not long ago...
I wish I could take it back. I wish I had given it more thought. I wish Genie would appear and grant me these.
I know you were seething inside when I lit that cig. But I also know you've been nailbiting.
posted by Ketch Pablo @ 9:33 AM
4 Comments:
T_T
so galera was not at all a happy trip?
nailbiting...uugh reminds me of a highschool dorky batchmate.
hope all is well between you and your guy
i blog hopped from sheanne - i think. my blog is now fixed btw,tc.
out of topic pare natawa lang ako nabasa ko tong comment na to sa isang blog
"If ever you feel anything negative e.g. nangangati, naiihi, natatae, napa-praning, di mapakali, et cetera, simply say "Nacucueshe ako."
ayj, of course it is. galera has not lost its magic. =) so yeah, right now, nacucueshe pa rin ako kay...
michelle, maybe he IS your highschool dorky batchmate. teehee.
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