Dark Chocolate

February 13, 2009

Let’s talk about love while it’s hours before Valentine’s Day. It’s corny, i know. But it’s something a lot of you spend hours and hours talking with your friends. you cry over it. you laugh over it. you hate it at times. and at one point in your life, you feel nothing about it, even just for a few hours. especially when you’ve had enough of it. like i do..

4 years ago, i thought i found him on a day when i was just enjoying listening to the beatles at some old bar where my dad used to play.

in the entire time we were together, we were happy. we were together everywhere. mrt, la mesa park, pasay, cavite, tagaytay, boracay, lrt, cuchi tunnel, baguio, boracay, house, terrace, binondo,fairview, paranaque, timog,sta ana, name it.

we’d listen to music. from metal rock to bossa nova.

we’d read books, from sandman to bob ong’s satirical masterpieces.

we’d play music, from heart to eric clapton.

 we’d take pictures, from sunrise to sunset.

we’d watch movies, from xmen to tearjerking–the notebook kind of films.

we’d right poems to each other.

we’d cry over our heartaches.

we’d fight over petty matters.

we’d laugh till our stomachs hurt.

we’d make promises and pinky swears.

we’d plan our lives ahead, knowing that we’d grow old with each other

we’d do just about anything and everything.

until one day, he decided to  do things without me.

until one day, he decided to do things with another person.

until one day,  love just flew and i was dumbfounded.

 he left. i stayed.

he’s gone. i still stayed.

things happen for a reason i know.

and now i left. and when i walked out the door, it felt good somehow. because i know it was worth a try.

like friends come and go, love does too.