MUSH ALERT!!!
(pasensya na. tao lang)
The problem with the vowel is that it forces you into realizations that beat self-delusion to a pulp. And so you find yourself alone in the living room, having a conversation with a doogie on a monday night.
I've pretty much accepted the possiblity that i will probably end up alone. I'm really okay na with that.
But what i've come to realize on that blasted monday night is that no matter how equipped i am to handle the bigger 'stuff', it's really the small things that break me.
- Like not having someone to watch a stupid movie with because they have no other choice but to keep me company.
- Or not having someone to lounge around the house with on a rainy sunday afternoon.
- Or those silly private jokes that no one else understands and appreciates.
- Or someone whose voice suddenly springs to life when they get your call at 3 in the morning just to say hi.
- Or text messages that mean nothing ang everything at the same time.
Yan. The small things. Silent but deadly.
3 comments:
Luv, you know I would say something ridiculously uplifting and reassuring if I was sure it could/would happen—but I'm not, so I won't. Suffice it to say that I've always just assumed you'd eventually find someone to love and to father your kids (Vito, Pablo, Maya, AND Renata). If it comes down to it, there's always Plan B—Vince does realize you're serious about that right? ;-)
am i serious?
i might be.
vince, do you realize this?
Lehewww-zer.
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