Girl's Day Out
I went out around 6pm to buy a chocolate and on my way home, I saw my ex-boyfriend. I was looking for something, maybe to feel some kind of rush...nothing.
Well, he was not the guy I fell in love with five years ago. Things had changed between us since we decided to part and went on with our lives seperately, or should I say, since when he left me.
Definitely, a lot of things changed. First, we were not in love anymore. I got matured, I hope he, too. He's not that handsome guy I met at my cousin's debut party some 64 months before. I became stronger, more confident and more careful. After we parted, I didn't let any guy near me. I dated some men, but I never let my heart open for any possibilities of starting a new relationship or at least, getting them into my life and vice versa. And Im pretty contented and happy, I thought I am.
Until I saw him walking in the rain with umbrella on his right hand and a plastic bag on the other. I was wondering what was he doing for the past three years. As from what I heard, he is still studying, working during weekends, taking care of his daughter who would turn two on January, and getting closer with his wife..
Honestly, I am not in love with him anymore. When I saw him earlier, I was asking myself, "Did I ever find love before?". Maybe, I was just infatuated, those childish arguments we used to have, those sleepless nights we spent fighting over a dish I didn't get from him for dinner, those tears I shed after learning we have to part ways..
Three years already passed... and I never gave my heart to anyone again... three years and I'm still single, wishing to find love again and feeling scared as hell to be hurt, to be at pain...
Three hours passed after seeing him, I went out again to buy some "kikay stuffs". I brought my sister with me and going to the nearest supermarket, I saw my very first crush at the main entrance smiling at me. He was my classmate since Grade 2 and became one of my highschool barkada. Nothing changed, he was still the same cute guy I used to like. He was still the sweet and naughty guy I used to know, one of those "barumbado" guys we had in school. He was asking for my number, asking if I can introduce her to any girl. Of course, he currently has a girlfriend. Oh well, boys will always be boys, right?
Afer giving him my number and telling him he's gonna keep in touch, I waved goodbye.. and he touched my cheek..that made my night and completed my day...
Well, he was not the guy I fell in love with five years ago. Things had changed between us since we decided to part and went on with our lives seperately, or should I say, since when he left me.
Definitely, a lot of things changed. First, we were not in love anymore. I got matured, I hope he, too. He's not that handsome guy I met at my cousin's debut party some 64 months before. I became stronger, more confident and more careful. After we parted, I didn't let any guy near me. I dated some men, but I never let my heart open for any possibilities of starting a new relationship or at least, getting them into my life and vice versa. And Im pretty contented and happy, I thought I am.
Until I saw him walking in the rain with umbrella on his right hand and a plastic bag on the other. I was wondering what was he doing for the past three years. As from what I heard, he is still studying, working during weekends, taking care of his daughter who would turn two on January, and getting closer with his wife..
Honestly, I am not in love with him anymore. When I saw him earlier, I was asking myself, "Did I ever find love before?". Maybe, I was just infatuated, those childish arguments we used to have, those sleepless nights we spent fighting over a dish I didn't get from him for dinner, those tears I shed after learning we have to part ways..
Three years already passed... and I never gave my heart to anyone again... three years and I'm still single, wishing to find love again and feeling scared as hell to be hurt, to be at pain...
Three hours passed after seeing him, I went out again to buy some "kikay stuffs". I brought my sister with me and going to the nearest supermarket, I saw my very first crush at the main entrance smiling at me. He was my classmate since Grade 2 and became one of my highschool barkada. Nothing changed, he was still the same cute guy I used to like. He was still the sweet and naughty guy I used to know, one of those "barumbado" guys we had in school. He was asking for my number, asking if I can introduce her to any girl. Of course, he currently has a girlfriend. Oh well, boys will always be boys, right?
Afer giving him my number and telling him he's gonna keep in touch, I waved goodbye.. and he touched my cheek..that made my night and completed my day...
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