he tapped his yosi and offered me one. i said no thank you, i don't smoke winston lights its one of my quirks and he was surprised to find out that i don't smoke and he exclaimed wala kang bisyo, mehn? so i laughed because that was hardly true and he should know that if he has been listening when we talk, which i doubt 'cause he's been asking all the same questions and i'm losing interest sitting with him on the rough pavement.
my mind was on the night before, when the light spilled across the floor and the many bodies that i didn't think could possibly fit into that space for the sake of everything they enjoy. but it was fun, this world. this world of music and art and love and enjoyment and hidden hurts. nobody can completely hide their sad eyes, and you worry but most of the time only worry from a small distance because they don't like feeling vulnerable and you don't know what else to do. but i like love this world of smoke and music and magic and complications even if it makes me vulnerable. there is only one world, nikita. i love these people even if they don't love me back. and i love
you. i'm too far in this wonderland, i'm stuck. i went home alone in the rain and i'm not sure what i'm trying to prove but i know it must be something.
tinker bell, the book was just perfect. :D
i'm glad i caught
you before you left for cebu.
thank
you for a wonderful day.
hrmm.. hugs to
you and
you and
you and
you. hope you all feel better.
"sana nabibili ang closure sa mercury drug" -ely