The wings of an Angel

The wings of an Angel
One day, that tattoo will be seen on my back... and you'll see me fly.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Worse

I hate it. Seriously. My feeling is getting worse. I have been keeping myself busy the whole day, not trying to think about him but... damn! Why am I wasting these spaces and writing things about him? 


My heart is burdened with sadness, anger and hatred. I want to burst out everything that I am feeling right NOW to him! I want to scream, punch and slap his face! That is the best way to release this f-ing, non-sense emotion. 


I actually want to cry. Perhaps it'll help lessen the weight of this sentiment. But it is weird. It seems like there is something in my eyes that is holding back my tears not to fall. Maybe this is not yet the right time for that. 


Calmly speaking, I want to see and talk to him again... possibly for the last time. But I don't even know if I would be able to speak a word or even look at him.


But see, we were never together. I was never his girlfriend and he was never my boyfriend. Although we used to go out. He has full of efforts just to see me. He lives in Cavite and he's been to Quezon City, Taguig and San Juan to be with me. Good enough, eh? Impressive actually.


Oh well, the crowd is now giving us applause for the job well done we did on our play. He's such a good actor, he was able to please the audience. Time has come, the curtains are finally closing. We must now bow down as the red curtain is slowly filling up the stage and covering us. We turned our backs to the audience and to each other as well while parting ways.


I realized that we need to say "goodbye" for the moment for us to see each other again... 


go on and take a bow..


11.19.10
AHNDiE

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