you and I


So I was lobbying facebook and got bored. I was tempted to open up my archives and yes, I found our conversations in an instant. I tried to read back and saw how it never worked out. You and I.

You and I… we both are too much to handle. You and I … we both don’t have the focus on things and each time, I end up with a “haha” for lack of better thing to say. You and I… we’re sporting a player look, noncommittal and seemingly interested for the present. Not long term.

I groan at a thought. At one point, I was like a drag queen. What was I thinking? Telling you to talk to me once you’re off the hook?! Seriously?! Gosh! I feel as though my toes do sank up to my neck, my pride slowly going with it. Goodness!

But between the horrendous lows and terrible lies, I am proud that I was able to steer away from going lower. I beamed up the chance to shine no matter how hurtful it all went. I veered towards achieving self-gratification more than what you can offer. Now, I’m back on my toes, flat on the ground with a chances of simultaneous takeoff, leap after leap.

I lost you. What’s worst than losing someone who meant the world to you. Or so I thought? What’s worst than investing emotions to a wrong subject and ending up feeling lost too? I could go on and on. All the hurt, all the pain, God! I can never imagine living with that lifetime after lifetime.

But hey, I survived. Past the phase of feeling down just because I lost all the possible chances. I’ve come to realize how magical the feeling is, yet it has the power to crash you. Thus, it is so important to learn to love yourself more than those who offer love to you. When everything fails, you love yourself enough to carry on.

You and I… seemed really promising. At one point, I thought you could be the one. You and I…


Never happened.

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