that she misses this site, and she misses you all. 
Hugs and kisses for you!
BTW, I will be reuniting with my mom in 6 hours, isn’t that fun? 
And, I’m very happy to announce that I have done well, though not superb, in my academics during the previous semester. Hooray for me!
That’s one step closer to the edge (and soon I will be flying by myself).
I hope to be back.
I am hoping to graduate from college in two years (2013).
But by then, my high school classmate would have finished her Master’s Degree.
And the littler I see myself.
And it is quite odd to write again… But just this once maybe I will… And I’m pretty sure it’d be a blur.
I won’t start at the very beginning. That’d just cut out the fun in trying to figure out what happened.
In fact there is no beginning here… Only an ending.
Yep, ending.
I don’t remember much anyway, save for his undying infidelity. After that, everything else was like just fleeting pieces of confetti that started out to be a whole sheet of metallic paper and ended up to be free-falling fragments waiting for the wind to take them.
Don’t relationships start out like that?
A whole sheet of metallic paper…
unscathed
unfolded
unblemished
Yes, it was how it started. Of course I was just testing you then and you gave in. But it wasn’t me to just let you fall and leave you hanging. I wouldn’t deny that I fell myself.
But soon enough you started crumpling and cutting OUR sheet. Technically, asking for some girl’s number isn’t really disloyalty but I confronted you anyway. Yeah yeah it passed alright, but your scheming acts did not. Soon after you were all geared up and back to your little games but I’m not one to buy your BS excuses again. I’ve grown tired and numb to it that I think I’ve outsmarted myself from thinking that forgiveness can patch things up.
And I’ve proven that love alone can not rebuild trust and that I’m smart enough to evaluate whether a relationship is healthy or not.
Before I knew it we were confetti… falling farther and farther apart with each wind blow.
I can’t really tell whether I feel bad that once again I got myself into a useless relationship or that I feel better that now I’m finally out of it.
But I’d like to believe that falling confetti is a symbol of a remarkable feat.
Hell-oh Dubaaaaai!
I’ll be spending the next thirty days here.
So let me enjoy.
Cough and colds, go away!!!!
Did I spell it right?
I know I haven’t been around for so long, so I don’t expect you guys to go about this page.
But I’d still like to thank you for dropping by from time to time, and trying to tell me you’re still waiting on new posts that I’m not sure will be coming out soon.
So, it’s summer time, the whole time for vacation so I’d expect photos when we go out but since we’re low on cash, we’d rather stay home while I stay addicted to some online game from the local server.
You want screen shots?
Nah.
Let’s just say it’s my way to take out the stresses brought about by many stressors.
So, how’ve you all been?
I laid in bed beside him, with my back against him. In front of me was the wall. Slowly, I spread out my fingers and rested my palm against it, trying to feel the coldness of the concrete.
I had been thinking about this for a long time.
“Why am I here? I don’t belong here.” I thought to myself.
From behind me he stretched his arm to reach my hand.
But just as soon as the tip of his finger touched my skin, I took my hand away from the wall.
He reached for my face, trying to turn it to his. He carressed my cheek and felt that it was warm… And wet.
“You’re crying?” I suppose he was startled.
Then I took his hand off my face, held it for a moment and sighed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
I couldn’t say a word.
I thought the coldness of the wall would make me feel better.
“It ends here.” I said, almost shaking.
“What… did you say?” He finally broke the longest and most deafening silence.
With my thumb, I massaged his knuckles, hoping it would calm him while I thought of the best way to tell him.
“It’s not the same anymore.” I said. I could swear I went baritone.
“You don’t love me anymore.” He assumed. I knew he’d think so.
I closed my eyes for a while and breathed in before turning to face him.
“I still do.”
“Then what are you telling me?”
I traced his face with my fingers. From his forehead, his brows, his eyelashes and eyelids, to his nose and lips. I didn’t want to miss anything.
But I am sure to miss every part of him.
But I have to tell him. I have to tell him what has been crushing my heart.
“I don’t feel that you love me anymore.” I said. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling.
“But I do.”
“That’s what you say. But I, I feel like I’m nothing to you. It’s just so different now. I wish you didn’t change.”
“I thought you said you don’t want us to end. We were not going to fall apart.”
I couldn’t answer.
I rested my forehead against his and hugged him gently.
“I love you.” He told me.
“Sshh…” It was the first time I heard him say that after days of not talking.
I ran my fingers over his eyes to close them. He held me so close that I felt his heart beating. I wanted this to last. I wanted him to be the last. We stayed like that until he finally fell asleep.
It didn’t feel as good and as warm as it did when he first held me. His heart didn’t even beat as loud as it did as before.
I watched him sleep.
I guess only while he slept will I have the strength to tell him.
“I love you, Carlo. I love you so much that it hurts just as much thinking about how you can still try to find someone else. You promised me we would be together till the end. But you changed it all when you started flirting around. I tried to be patient. But I just can’t take it anymore that you can go on not talking to me for days. It breaks me apart that you don’t treat me as well as you did before. And what hurts me more is that just as soon as you say those three words, my heart just melts. And it’s not right anymore. It can’t go on this way. I love you too much that I never want to lose you, but I just feel that it’s you who is slipping away.”
I looked at him the whole night. I looked at the face of the man I wanted to lay in bed with and wake up next to for the rest of my life.
But the rest of my life ends tonight.
I placed my hand against the wall again, maybe telling it to protect him as I can no longer do so.
It has been forty-three days since I left.
And he never wondered where I went. He never looked for me.
So I was right. He didn’t love me anymore. He just couldn’t tell me.
I closed my eyes.
I still remember every feature of his face.
I still remember…
She laid in bed beside me, with her back against me. In her front was the wall. Slowly, she spread out her fingers and rested her palm against it, as if trying to feel the coldness of the concrete.
I didn’t see it coming.
For a few seconds, she let her warmth pass from the center of her hand, to the tip of her fingers and then finally to the concrete. It looked to me that she wanted to leave a mark.
From behind her I stretched my arm to reach her hand and fit my fingers between hers.
“You belong here.” I wanted her to feel.
But just as soon as my finger touched her skin, she took her hand off the wall.
I was puzzled.
I reached my arm again, this time toward her face, to turn it to mine. I gently felt her left cheek on my palm. I caressed it. It felt warm… And wet.
I blinked.
“You’re crying?”
Then she took my hand off her face, held it for a moment and sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
She didn’t say a word.
It seemed as if the coldness of the wall passed into her instead.
“It ends here.” She said in a voice more hoarse than when she had her worst cough.
It was the longest twenty-seven seconds I’ve counted.
“What… did you say?” I hoped I heard wrong.
With her thumb, she massaged my knuckles. It didn’t help calm my senses.
“It’s not the same anymore.” She said after she stopped massaging. This time, her voice dropped a few more pitches.
“You don’t love me anymore.” I said, supposedly in a question.
She let go of my hand and rolled to face me.
“I still do.”
“Then what are you telling me?”
She traced my face with her fingers. From my forehead, my brows, my eyelashes and eyelids, to my nose and lips.
“I don’t feel that you love me anymore.” She said. I watched her tears fall sideways to the pillow.
“But I do.”
“That’s what you say. But I, I feel like I’m nothing to you. It’s just so different now. I wish you didn’t change.”
“I thought you said you don’t want us to end. We were not going to fall apart.”
She didn’t say anything.
She rested her forehead against mine and hugged me gently.
“I love you.” I told her.
“Sshh…”
With her fingers, she closed my eyes. I held her close enough for her to feel my heart beating. I wanted her to be the last girl to ever make me feel my heart beat as loud as it can. I wanted her to be the last. We stayed like that for minutes until I finally fell asleep.
“Carlo! You’re gonna be late!” My sister woke me.
“I’m up.” I mumbled.
She babbled a lot before closing the door after her. I heard her, but wasn’t able to make anything out of it.
I opened my eyes. I was facing the wall. The wall was facing me.
So I was right. She really didn’t love me anymore. She just couldn’t tell me.
I spread my hand to reach the spot where she put hers. I wanted to feel her warmth again.
It’s been forty-three days.
She really did leave a mark.
She really did leave…
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