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I wish my heart were cheap. So when I give it away and it comes back all beaten, bruised, and broken, it wouldn't hurt so much.

And all I did was to try my best to love her.

Is that the way relationships go? That commitments and promises are only as good as long as things are going well?

I might refuse to believe that, but that's only me, I guess. It was always only me. I guess it still is, and will always be. Leave it to me to be the hopeless, not to mention pathetic, romantic that I am.

It's my fault. It always is, somehow. Even if - for the sake of arguement - it wasn't, it makes no difference. Better to blame myself rather than point fingers at people who've already started walking away. And there's the saying, "it takes two to tango," so I'm sure that I must've stepped on quite a number of toes in that dance. It doesn't matter that I have more than a few sore toes myself, but as I said, there's no point impugning someone who's already left the dance, the dance floor, the building, the city, and probably the country.

Almost 11 months - down the drain. All that, just for me to end up blubbering like some crazy person. At least she's happy; but that only makes it harder. Why is it all so okay with her? Why can she smile and sing like nothing ever happened, as if the time we spent together was absolutely worthless?

Why do only the bad dreams come true?

I wish people kept their promises.

But who am I to demand such? If God doesn't come down from heaven to shake people's shoulders and thell them, "You promised!" I guess that means I just have to suck it all up like I always do.

Is it unfair to expect everything for everything? I guess it is - love's supposed to be about giving everything even when you get nothing. I should count myself blessed that I got as much as I did, and I do.

But why does it hurt like hell? I might as well ask why the hell I was born.

No amount of sarcasm or bitterness will ever make it okay. Maybe that did the job before, but not this time. There will be no outlets, no padding, no comfort. Only pain. I only wish she'd come back and take all this pain away.

"Quit your self-pitiful whining and suffer like a man," I say to myself.
"She promised," I answer back.
"Have you learned anything at all? Anybody can make promises. Whether or not they keep them is another thing entirely."
"I thought that maybe, just this once, I could trust somebody." A tear.
"Save your tears. What are you, some kind of idiot? You always think wrong. You always believe wrong. You show the world that you hate their guts and that you don't trust anybody, but deep down you're just some soft fool who likes to drown in the idealist fantasies you attach to other people."
I put my shoulders up a little. "That was a mean thind to say."
Slap. I don't see the imprint on my cheek, but i feel it burn. "You're not a child anymore, so stop acting like one. Life is mean. Nobody gives a shit about you. live with it."
I resist the urge to touch my cheek. "And what if I don't want to?" I ask defiantly.
I answer myself simply. "Then die."

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, and so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain." - Rose Walker, The Kindly Ones, Sandman vol. 9

I'd would say, "I hate love," like Rose did after saying everything above, but I can't. Because all I can say right now is...
"I love you, Hannah." T_T


pt said…
Oh, Tim.

I'm sorry to hear this. I guess my sympathies came too late. but for whatever it's worth....

Hanna said…
i was really shocked when I read the last line you wrote...there I was completely understanding,nodding my head and agreeing with you (it's almost the same thing i would say about a past relationship)...i was shocked kasi that's my name too. weird.
girl anemic said…
thousandth visitor, tim. this is horrible news. there's only one thing to do: get out of the country and work you're butt off.
em_mo said…
haa... sana gnun nga lhat, "keep ur promises" pero s anki2ta ko mas totoo ang kasabhang "promises are made to be broken" db??? :-( i hate him!

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