I’m a planner. I like things to be well-thought and organized. So when there are family or barkada outings, I usually take charge. I scour for promo fares, book accommodations, and research thoroughly to come up with a comprehensive itinerary. This is perhaps the reason why some friends label me as obsessive-compulsive.
“How many times have you done this?”
Nobody from us would say it was an easy climb. Continue reading “The Climb”
It wasn’t really a choice.
You don’t look at me the same way anymore.
Please don’t come near me
I’m not what you see Continue reading “Disclaimer”
I can no longer see myself without you by my side. Although it hurts, I always find myself running to your arms like a helpless child crying to his mother. I hate myself for unconditionally loving you despite the cold treatment and neglect you have repetitively shown me, despite swallowing my pride and dignity even at times it takes turning back to those closest to me. Getting out of my comfort zone is always effortless when it comes to choosing you.
You prayed for this. That time when you were so lost you had a vision of a bleak future, you ran away and left it all to the dictates of heavens.