forgive me, magpapaka-gurlash ako ngayon. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
'ala lang, kinilig lang ako.
people know me to be, uhm, bato. i'm not easily swayed by emotions. i've been known to choose mind over heart. i've been...stoic.
occasionally though, i become a deviant from my own norm. like now.
i call him jaime, for no other reason than i do not want people to know who he really is. why? mmm...because i like the bato reputation and i do not want others to suspect that i sometimes am squishier than a marshmallow.
we dated a while back. as in waaaayyy back. but it was more of a friendly sort of dates. he was such a cutie-pie and had a reputation for being a chick magnet that i wasn't going to let him mess with my head. i stubbornly resisted the romantic moments. i think he liked hanging out with me because we were friends. he felt no pressure to flex his muscles and lay thick on the charm. he could just hang easy.
we parted ways because we soon found other things to do. yet from time to time he'd call to catch up. and whenever i know we're in the same vicinity, i'd ask to meet with him. no intense, passionate moments. just hellos and quick pecks on the cheeks and a good feeling residing in my heart after we say our goodbyes.
this time, however, it felt different. i can't put my finger on it exactly, but there's something. or may be i'm just wishing it is a something something. but he's making a daily effort to make his presence felt and i look forward to hearing his voice. yung timbre iba na kasi. 'di lang the rumble of mere affection, it sounded deeper, mature...ready.
or it could be that i'm just getting old (?!!) and lonely and nangita ra ko'g lingaw. hehehehe.
'ala lang, kinilig lang ako.
people know me to be, uhm, bato. i'm not easily swayed by emotions. i've been known to choose mind over heart. i've been...stoic.
occasionally though, i become a deviant from my own norm. like now.
i call him jaime, for no other reason than i do not want people to know who he really is. why? mmm...because i like the bato reputation and i do not want others to suspect that i sometimes am squishier than a marshmallow.
we dated a while back. as in waaaayyy back. but it was more of a friendly sort of dates. he was such a cutie-pie and had a reputation for being a chick magnet that i wasn't going to let him mess with my head. i stubbornly resisted the romantic moments. i think he liked hanging out with me because we were friends. he felt no pressure to flex his muscles and lay thick on the charm. he could just hang easy.
we parted ways because we soon found other things to do. yet from time to time he'd call to catch up. and whenever i know we're in the same vicinity, i'd ask to meet with him. no intense, passionate moments. just hellos and quick pecks on the cheeks and a good feeling residing in my heart after we say our goodbyes.
this time, however, it felt different. i can't put my finger on it exactly, but there's something. or may be i'm just wishing it is a something something. but he's making a daily effort to make his presence felt and i look forward to hearing his voice. yung timbre iba na kasi. 'di lang the rumble of mere affection, it sounded deeper, mature...ready.
or it could be that i'm just getting old (?!!) and lonely and nangita ra ko'g lingaw. hehehehe.
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