i told my best friend the other day that it's sad but i would prefer to be a mistress than a wife.
she said... "naman..." like i didn't mean it and that i was just kidding.

but i was serious. that's what makes it sad.

why?

he asked thru SMS : " why did you marry a piece of crap like me then? why did you marry a piece of crap? "

i was crying while i replied: "because i love you."

some days, like today, i want to feel like i'm being cared for... waited on ... taken cared of...

not the other way around.

boo bear

this is the little girl i had to eat kiamoy for. the reason i was hit in the head with a big desk calendar. the little girl i pushed around in her pink barbie bike. she made me dance to High 5. made me fall in love with the backyardigans. she made me sing with barney.

we took those quiet walks in the early mornings... we played all those afternoons... and she made me forget my heart was broken.