Okay so this happened last Sunday in Ayala, it was already around 830pm and I was alone, walking and contemplating and walking and contemplating some more… and I remember cheekily grumbling about when Kamiseta will open once again. Then I noticed that someone was following me, so I stopped and he overtook, and stopped right in front of me. Okay before you think this is some psycho-thriller fantasy that I have, it isn’t. It really did happen to me and it was creepy. So yeah let’s go on with my story… Ummmmm he was around 30 something and stubby, and then he said ‘You look familiar… I think we’ve met before.’ Yeah, in your dreams, asshole. I ignored him but then he kept on coming on… ‘Hey, where’d you go to school?’

‘STC.’

‘Ahh, so that’s why you looked familiar! I have lots of friends who study at STC…’ I caught the liar red-handed. I don’t even study at STC. Haha so yeah I ignored the pudgy guy and went on, but I was sweating like crazy, he wouldn’t leave me alone.

‘So what’s your course?’

‘Masscom.’

‘Your name?’

‘ummm… stacy?’

‘Oh... are you in a hurry?’ In a hurry to get rid of you, ass.

‘Yeah I have to go home…’ (I was close to running at this point).

‘Where’d you live?’

‘Lilo-an.’ (Haha, 13 kms away from where I really live)

‘OMG, that’s so far away, you know I could drop you off…’ WHAT THE HELL, did he expect ME, to go with some LOSER STRANGER I don’t even know and risk myself from getting raped/killed/other psychotic things psychopaths do? I’m not that dumb. ‘No, I REALLY need to go.’ Of course, he asked for my number, and I gave my boyfriend’s number. Then I sped off but i felt that he was still following me until i reached timezone, but there were too many people in Timezone and maybe he lost sight of me. good grief.

But yeah he did text my boyfriend but my boyfriend scared him off and threatened him nasty things. HAHA. I love it that my boyfriend is not a wimp, that he’s a fighter… He’s so hot when he’s mad. hahaXD

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‘i wish that i could stay but you argue. in the press of every kiss, with your head upon my shoulder brings me back to the time when everything was happier…’

It is unfair that I label my boyfriend unromantic and lacking the ‘emotional’ gene. I felt like crying when at midnight, he came on our doorstep with vodka and chocolates and those cute puppy dog eyes asking for an explanation. But how could I give an explanation when I myself don’t know the answer? I thought I was sure, that I could live without him; yet again my logic has forsaken me.

He talked and I listened, he asked for answers I couldn’t give an answer to. I asked him to come near, I was feeling the cool midnight air and my hands were freezing. I tried to numb my feelings by downing the vodka but all I really I wanted was to hug him and hold him close.

‘Hey, come here.’ I told him over and over.

‘I won’t. I want answers.’

‘What?’

‘Do you still want the relationship?’

I was silent. Earlier I had asked for a cool-off because things had gotten a bit haywire. The relationship did more harm than ever, I was beginning to live up to my self-destructive nature. At least, that’s what I thought.

‘Do you still love me?’ he asked.

‘Come here.’ I motioned him to sit beside me, but he wouldn’t. Asshole! ‘I won’t answer your question unless you sit beside me…’ That was a threat and blackmail in one!

‘I won’t. Answer my questions first.’

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, lost my pride in the process and hugged the jerk. He was stiff as if shock by the hug, and then I kissed him. I hugged him a million hugs and kissed him a million kisses but this time it was different… The whole moment was an explosion, I couldn’t let him go… I loved him too much.

And maybe we will have a million more love spats and fights, but in the end, all it takes is our love to save us.