I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
Another post of a hopeless romantic girl
They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops..
March 26, 2013. Mom and I were going around boutiques in SM North Edsa. Mom was the only one up to shop and all I do is sit in every comfy seat each boutique has. Then I asked mom to check out Freeway because I find their couch stunning. It was leather! I actually don’t care what clothes they have in store but I need to get my butt on their stunning leather couch! So yeah we went in.
Upon entering I tried their couch! Oh man, it felt like sitting on clouds! (Lol, I’m being exaggerated here) While enjoying my time someone entered the store. Some guy playing with a kid (who seem like his little brother) together with their mom (I assume). And then I accidentally stared at the guy and suddenly it felt like time stopped. He was staring back and I don’t know what’s happening but things were in slowmo. Until I came back to my senses and looked the other way.
OH MAN THE GUY’S FRIGIDDIN GORGEOUS I MUST SAY. He dresses well, looks well, and seems like he’s nice. Then suddenly he was walking towards me together with the kid and he said to his bro “Tara, upo muna tayo dito.” Guess where he sat? He sat beside me, like beside me. Talk about space issues. There’s like a lot of space there since I was the only one seating on the couch but he seated right next to me. Since I’m not a flirt, nothing happened. But I felt this connection.
I feel like he’s is college. I hope that someday I’ll be able to cross paths with him again. I want to because it was the first time that such scenario happened to me. That “suddenly time stopped” moment. I would want to know if it happened to him too. I would want to find out if he’s the love of my life.
Dahil wala nang maipost. Hello. Cover with Ross Negrillo. Mga trip trip lang yan.
I miss you when there's no reason to, how much more if there was?
I miss you when we talk, how much more if we don't?
I miss you after we're together, how much more if I see you never?
I love you now, how much more later?
Have you ever read something that killed you inside? Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
and for the first time, what’s past is past
Falling for your best friend sucks. I’ve been through this crap before and I don’t know why I still haven’t learned. For the second time, I lost an important friendship because I let my emotions take control of myself.
For like 8 months, I was trying to move on from someone whom I thought was the one. Every night I cry to sleep and drown in sad songs because I feel miserable for losing the friendship I have with him.
Everyone knows how moving on is easy to say but difficult to do. Do you know how hard it is to throw away your feelings for someone who understands you, listens to your problems, protects you from getting hurt, always makes you laugh, and makes you feel important? Do you know how hard it is to erase your feelings and move on from your best friend? Dang.
I’m being melodramatic.
But what’s important is I’ve already moved on and I didn’t just moved on. I regained the friendship I have lost with him. Every time he’s around, trying to make me laugh or doing something special, I don’t feel that so called ‘love’ I used to feel for him. It feels great to have my bessy back.
It’s been a while.
So someone asked me to sing her a song. I didn’t know what to sing until I remembered this song which irritated her a lot. Hahaha I love you forevs Maia!!
On training, we photojournalists were asked to take 10 photos with the theme Liwanag sa Dilim. I ended up with 3 photos since my camera died while I was taking photos. Sad life. Well what’s worse is that I didn’t know what story to tell behind the 3 photos that I captured. In photojournalism, it’s not about taking good photos, it’s about capturing great stories.
I’ll share again tomorrow. I’m too busy right now :(