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I don’t know why I love you, but perhaps if I find the reason why, it wouldn’t be called love anymore; because love exists for no particular reason. Why do I care for you so much? Maybe that’s just the question I should ask myself for the sake of ignoring the context of “love”, which is too sacred a concept to be tampered with someone as idiotic as myself. Why do I care for you? Why, indeed? Why, despite the fact that you have the guts of effortlessly ignoring me for the past days, do I give so much a damn about you?
You are torturing me. You know just how many times I have told you that I couldn’t last a single day without you. How many times have I said that I can’t and I don’t keep arguments for far too long because I can only hold my breath for so long? You know that I can barely breathe when we have a fight, when you ask for a short amount of time for you to mull things over and think about forgiving me for my selfish mistakes. The sadness and restlessness kill me inside. The sleepless nights don’t improve things. They only give me notions of sad possibilities. We’re not exactly in a fight right now, but we’re also not in such a very close tie—the bond that we used to have, the confidence and the assurance—your affectionate response to each of my affectionate remarks.
I am very much affected by our so-called cool-off, if it can’t be called a breakup. I keep insisting that changing these labels won’t change a thing about how we feel for each other, but when solitary moments came, the possibilities haunt me that these words indeed change everything. When we agreed that we won’t be an item while you chase your dreams and find yourself, and for the time being we will label ourselves as best friends, for me it was easier said than done. I would now jump to the conclusion that during that time, I have only agreed to disagree, because that was what you wanted anyways; and I have always given you what you wanted. Since that day, I have only wanted one thing: I want the old us to be back real soon. I don’t care if you’re not my friend on Facebook as long as you are mine.
I can’t help feeling bad about myself. I don’t know if all of these are a coincidence. Would you have asked for the same terms had I not burst like that over a month ago? Would there still have been “us” if I wasn’t such an idiot, saying the most horrible things to the most sensitive person that I know? I can’t help thinking that… those messages that I sent… that I wished I never should have sent… made you think that you are not a person worth loving, and that I was never patient enough to understand every bit of you. I can’t help thinking that all the sparks are gone, at least for you. Ever since that day, things have never been the same way as before. I am always hoping that those memories will come anew one day, in an even better way. I wish we can reignite that spark.
I am sorry. These are the three most inadequate words in the English language, but they are all I have right now. I’m sorry for failing your most fragile heart once again. The promise that I gave you, when I said that I will love your good side and bad, had been shattered like a delicate glass whose pieces can never be brought back together to serve a useful purpose. I was never good at controlling my temper, and I will have to admit that I have been at my worst during that particular minute. I must say that you are not exactly the person that deserves those most hurtful words. I’m sorry if I keep apologizing for that moment, because it’s just one of the moments in my life that I couldn’t be sorrier for.
We made a promise to each other. I asked you, “Babalikan mo rin ba ako?”, and you responded reassuringly. I made a promise: “Maghihintay ako. Araw-araw.” I know this can’t be any cheesier, but it’s the only thing that I’m holding on to right now… That one promise, that there would be no other. That it’s just your dreams that separate us right now. I am not asking too much of your time; only your slightest attention… the humblest indication that you still care.
Z10 had a price tag of PhP 30,000 six months ago. Now, it’s only 13,000. Poor Blackberry! The CEO even predicted that the tablet market will die in five years just because their tablet line didn’t click. What a cockamamie theory. Just recently, BBM was ported to Android OS. I won’t be surprised when I see an Android BB phone after a year or two… or perhaps Blackberry will have the same fate as Motorola: A Google Company. Big fishes will always feed on the small ones.