Hi sinners! Well this is the chap before the big finale XDDD LOL Mmm not much to tell so…
Stupid, stupid woman. Why does she play a game with me? I mean what the hell was that? The porch discussion I mean. Why does she suddenly blame me only? I am so mad I’m slamming every single door of my house and then I start throwing picture frames to the floor.
Pictures of my wife and me, my children, my friends. They all crash.
There has always been a special blue frame that carried one of my paborito pictures. It crashes against the floor and as I realize that I bent down to pick it up. It’s you and me. We were making cakes with Robert and out of boredom we started a flour war. We played like little kids. And we ended up covered with flour. The picture brings good times, I remember Robert taking it and then me carrying you in my arms while you poured syrup in my nose.
Why were we baking that time? I don’t remember but I already knew that I loved you.
I didn’t want things to go like they did on the porch. I wanted to halik you and hold you in my arms and be with you. I didn’t want to spit Screw you but you called me a cheater and a liar. I am not a liar with you. I pag-ibig you way too much to lie over my feelings.
I should talk to you, maybe I should call, but you won’t answer I think. I am calmer now but I feel like crying I know that I have now really screwed up and with Rick in our way it will be harder. I don’t know what to do. You won’t want to talk to me and I’m scared I have really Nawawala you.
But why do you say I never loved you? That’s what gets me angrier. Don’t you realize I have been there every time and then suddenly Rick’s here for a buwan and a half and you tell me “He was here”. Screw you. Five years count way madami than one month. But then again I did put you through pain. But I mean, com’ on I had memory loss! And that brainless wife of mine didn’t tell me anything. I would have stayed with you, all the time.
I sit down still holding the picture who’s frame is now broken. We’re broken just like the frame. And I’m not a good carpenter, maybe time is and when it passes, it will bring us back together. I caress the picture and pray that a carpenter appears soon.
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Tears madami tears and tears and tears again. I can’t believe I broke in front of Rick and he then sinabi
“You pag-ibig him not me “and then he left.
mahirap paniwalaan how screwed I am. I take my paborito picture and glance at it for what seems the millionth time.
We are covered with flour. And I’m being carried sa pamamagitan ng your arms while you look into my eyes. I’m smiling because I’m throwing syrup at your nose. And your smiling because… well maybe because you like having syrup at your nose. I remember that after that I wanted to lick it but Robert was there too so maybe it wouldn’t have been the greatest idea.
Those were good days. I wish we could go back to them. I’m mad at you and I feel like I hate you. I’m scared of hating you. I shouldn’t because I also pag-ibig you. Who understands? But well you hate me now. I think I should give you time and I’m still mad although how could I be so dump? I mean Jo didn’t say you had memory loss when I talked to her at the hospital.
Our relationship it’s like baking a big cake. We have to mix a lot of things together so it can make a perfect combination but if we screw with just one ingredient, the cake won’t come out being perfect. And I don’t look for a perfect relationship. I mean we’ll always screw with some ingredient but I want it to have just the necessary ingredients and that would be you and me and love. No one else should matter but life won’t allow us that. We have to mix press, work, wife, kids. I hate it. But I pag-ibig you.
I guess that if we can try bake another cake right? I guess we could put away some ingredients and try to make a smaller one. Preparing it step sa pamamagitan ng step. Until it’s almost perfect. I want that. But I guess you don’t. I should just give you time. That’s all this cake needs. Time
Stupid, stupid woman. Why does she play a game with me? I mean what the hell was that? The porch discussion I mean. Why does she suddenly blame me only? I am so mad I’m slamming every single door of my house and then I start throwing picture frames to the floor.
Pictures of my wife and me, my children, my friends. They all crash.
There has always been a special blue frame that carried one of my paborito pictures. It crashes against the floor and as I realize that I bent down to pick it up. It’s you and me. We were making cakes with Robert and out of boredom we started a flour war. We played like little kids. And we ended up covered with flour. The picture brings good times, I remember Robert taking it and then me carrying you in my arms while you poured syrup in my nose.
Why were we baking that time? I don’t remember but I already knew that I loved you.
I didn’t want things to go like they did on the porch. I wanted to halik you and hold you in my arms and be with you. I didn’t want to spit Screw you but you called me a cheater and a liar. I am not a liar with you. I pag-ibig you way too much to lie over my feelings.
I should talk to you, maybe I should call, but you won’t answer I think. I am calmer now but I feel like crying I know that I have now really screwed up and with Rick in our way it will be harder. I don’t know what to do. You won’t want to talk to me and I’m scared I have really Nawawala you.
But why do you say I never loved you? That’s what gets me angrier. Don’t you realize I have been there every time and then suddenly Rick’s here for a buwan and a half and you tell me “He was here”. Screw you. Five years count way madami than one month. But then again I did put you through pain. But I mean, com’ on I had memory loss! And that brainless wife of mine didn’t tell me anything. I would have stayed with you, all the time.
I sit down still holding the picture who’s frame is now broken. We’re broken just like the frame. And I’m not a good carpenter, maybe time is and when it passes, it will bring us back together. I caress the picture and pray that a carpenter appears soon.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Tears madami tears and tears and tears again. I can’t believe I broke in front of Rick and he then sinabi
“You pag-ibig him not me “and then he left.
mahirap paniwalaan how screwed I am. I take my paborito picture and glance at it for what seems the millionth time.
We are covered with flour. And I’m being carried sa pamamagitan ng your arms while you look into my eyes. I’m smiling because I’m throwing syrup at your nose. And your smiling because… well maybe because you like having syrup at your nose. I remember that after that I wanted to lick it but Robert was there too so maybe it wouldn’t have been the greatest idea.
Those were good days. I wish we could go back to them. I’m mad at you and I feel like I hate you. I’m scared of hating you. I shouldn’t because I also pag-ibig you. Who understands? But well you hate me now. I think I should give you time and I’m still mad although how could I be so dump? I mean Jo didn’t say you had memory loss when I talked to her at the hospital.
Our relationship it’s like baking a big cake. We have to mix a lot of things together so it can make a perfect combination but if we screw with just one ingredient, the cake won’t come out being perfect. And I don’t look for a perfect relationship. I mean we’ll always screw with some ingredient but I want it to have just the necessary ingredients and that would be you and me and love. No one else should matter but life won’t allow us that. We have to mix press, work, wife, kids. I hate it. But I pag-ibig you.
I guess that if we can try bake another cake right? I guess we could put away some ingredients and try to make a smaller one. Preparing it step sa pamamagitan ng step. Until it’s almost perfect. I want that. But I guess you don’t. I should just give you time. That’s all this cake needs. Time