Still Standing Strong

News flash! I am back to my singularity again (as in relationship status: single). He left me with just a simple cellphone text message. That was my grand finale to our so-called love-story of the year. Sounds cool? Huh?

That incident (yes, last night), made me strong. I never felt this strong. I am still standing. I thought I will be crippled if I will lose him. As you can see, I am standing strong. I must admit, it hurts. Really bad. (Especially…if I am not guilty, as what he is accusing me—by betraying his trust---doing some foolish things behind his back, ow…come on! That is the last thing I am going to do in my whole life) There is no point in pushing myself in explaining my part. Because for a simple reason, he will not listen. He never listens.

My meaning of my relationship: doses of smiles and gallons of tears.

That defines my recently broken-to-pieces-love-story. Maybe he had enough (I understand his part, but I am still digesting it to pass through my heart). Maybe I had enough too. I guess, with the help of my gallons of tears, I can help people in Africa to quench their thirst. Or have my pool and swim! Am I exaggerating? I think I am! Lol, spare me, I just want to forget “the happening” last night. Ok, back to my exaggeration. While swimming and enjoying, I realized I can hardly swim. I can’t move, ouch! I am trying to reach the poolside, and then bump! My forehead! My doses of smiles helped me not to suffer from soreness. I applied some doses but then I never realized…(not until now) that I was pouring alcohol to my open wound. (Can you imagine how it feels? Right?)

I thought doses of smiles can help me stop thinking about the pain, in a way, it did. But I guess… all I need is just a simple band aid.

I have to stop dreaming.

I have to stop.

I have to.

I have.

For now, I have to keep using my band aid for a couple of months. And heal myself.