"this is what we do, we fight! i'm not afraid to hurt your feelings you tell me when i'm being a son of a bitch and i tell you when your being a pain in the ass with a 99 percent rebate rate that you'll be a pain in the ass again. it's not going to be easy. it's going to be very dificult. but i'm willing to do that just to be with you everyday of my life because i want you... all of you." - the notebook
-from darth 11:30AM
*sigh*. some days, it is so difficult to love you. god only knows why i put up with it all... why i've put up with all our issues for 4 years now... god only knows why, despite our arguments, insecurities, issues, i've agreed to marry you.
i want to regret decisions i have made... but like you, i think regrets are only for losers and fools. and i am neither. to regret decisions i have made is short of saying i have never been happy with you and that i was wrong in choosing to be with you. that wouldn't be fair and true because i am happy to be with you when you're not being an ass like these days...
maybe i'm just tired... tired of cooking, cleaning, washing... i'm tired of waiting on you all the time... i'm tired of seeing you treat your friends like royalty while you just watch me slave away doing household chores. some days, i am so tired i could just fall dead. but it doesn't seem to matter to you... i don't think you even notice...
i'm fed up and i want to leave... and what do you do? you send me messages like that qoute. you turn all sweet and attentive, doing this and that for me. when i give you the cold shoulder, you pout like the big baby that you are and look hurt. you say that i always make you feel like you don't do anything right. well... you always make me feel taken for granted. and i have had enough of this vicious cycle.
i want to regret decisions i have made... but like you, i think regrets are only for losers and fools. and i am neither. to regret decisions i have made is short of saying i have never been happy with you and that i was wrong in choosing to be with you. that wouldn't be fair and true because i am happy to be with you when you're not being an ass like these days...
maybe i'm just tired... tired of cooking, cleaning, washing... i'm tired of waiting on you all the time... i'm tired of seeing you treat your friends like royalty while you just watch me slave away doing household chores. some days, i am so tired i could just fall dead. but it doesn't seem to matter to you... i don't think you even notice...
i'm fed up and i want to leave... and what do you do? you send me messages like that qoute. you turn all sweet and attentive, doing this and that for me. when i give you the cold shoulder, you pout like the big baby that you are and look hurt. you say that i always make you feel like you don't do anything right. well... you always make me feel taken for granted. and i have had enough of this vicious cycle.
when the storm milenyo hit manila last september 28, darth and i were among the unlucky people trapped inside the Mall of Asia.
i saw booths practically ripped off from where they stood and rolled and lifted all over the SM parking lot. chairs and tables skidded this way and that. papers, shards of glass and broken metal were swirling along in the strong winds. darth wanted to make a dash for it but i was cautious (and yes, frightened) and preferred to stick it out inside the mall.
we waited it out a bit and when the winds have let up a little we decided to run for it. we ran across the parking lot over to the side of the SM office buildings. we caught a bus then got off at MIA road. we were so wet from walking in the rain no cab would give us a ride. so off we walked back to baclaran.
while walking towards baclaran, cold and miserable from the rain, darth turned to me and side: "well, i guess this is really it huh. this is the worst of all the trials we have to go thru... god, i can't even keep you from getting wet. look at us. we're miserable. "
i smiled, caught his hand in mine and sang in reply: "oohhh... how i love the rainy days, walking hand in hand with the one i love.ooohhh... how i love the rainy days in a happy way i feel inside..."
he pinched my nose, pulled me closer to him, and we kept walking on...
i saw booths practically ripped off from where they stood and rolled and lifted all over the SM parking lot. chairs and tables skidded this way and that. papers, shards of glass and broken metal were swirling along in the strong winds. darth wanted to make a dash for it but i was cautious (and yes, frightened) and preferred to stick it out inside the mall.
we waited it out a bit and when the winds have let up a little we decided to run for it. we ran across the parking lot over to the side of the SM office buildings. we caught a bus then got off at MIA road. we were so wet from walking in the rain no cab would give us a ride. so off we walked back to baclaran.
while walking towards baclaran, cold and miserable from the rain, darth turned to me and side: "well, i guess this is really it huh. this is the worst of all the trials we have to go thru... god, i can't even keep you from getting wet. look at us. we're miserable. "
i smiled, caught his hand in mine and sang in reply: "oohhh... how i love the rainy days, walking hand in hand with the one i love.ooohhh... how i love the rainy days in a happy way i feel inside..."
he pinched my nose, pulled me closer to him, and we kept walking on...
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