Fate is such a tease. Here I am, trying so damn hard to get the feeling off, starting to dry myself off the sensation that’s been awashing me. And then here comes this one morning, this one fateful morning when, as I was walking along that place, I almost bumped at you(literally..kay ngtxtx man gud, hapit hinuon nabangga..hehe!)…and then you look at me(how could you not..hapit gani ta nagbangga, di ba?). Simply glancing at me might have made me less ecsatic…but it wasn’t just a freakin’ glance you gave me…you intently looked…lingeringly so…straight into my eyes…as if some diamond were sprouting out from there and you wanted to make sure you were gonna get them firsthand. Haaai…

And how was I supposed to feel about that? Indifferent, of course. Passive. Unmoved. Cool.
Well, I could somehow give myself a pat on the back for appearing exactly just like that during that moment. I was able to unbelievably remain calm, composed, and cool as I greeted you hello. But heck, you never knew, my insides were on a hodgepodge as I was returning that stare of yours. Waaaaaaah! Kinsa ba gud dili malanay, uy!

Perfect timing, isn’t it? Grrr! I only wish I could be freely ecstatic about happenchances like that. But then I just couldn’t afford to. Not when I should be forgetting you. Forgetting that I ever almost fell for you.

Falling for you is like stabbing my own heart with a dagger and helplessly watching it bury deeper and onto the abyss.

I’m this, you’re…well…that. Nothing could change that fact. Not a melting smile, not a sparkling stare, and not a blissful sensation. It wouldn’t change now. Not tomorrow. Not in a million years.

Fate, stop teasing. And please, keep the dagger from burying deeper.