I still have few hours

It was June 9. Still fresh in my mind and always will be.

He left. I seldom found myself crying for someone I know that will still come back. But still, I cried. Harder and harder.

I forced my swelling eyes to open. It’s already morning. Moments from now, he’s gonna be on board. On board on a ship that will take him away from me. “6 months is just too short, we can make it” I remembered him say last night. “Of course we can” I immediately replied. But those words made a deep cut into my heart. I almost cried.

That night was a mixture of fear and sadness. Great sadness. We’re always together for the last several months. Walking in streets looking for centavos, keeping our hands tight looking for a place to eat, and just wandering around to where our feet would take us.

Cracking jokes, best laughs, best food, best moments, and being with him. With him. Everything worked out. I missed him. I really miss him this much.

Those few hours were being treasured today, and everyday of my life. Now, I’m learning to adjust and working hard just to accept that I am bound to like the word I hate the most. Waiting.

Being bitter

People passes our lives, it may be for the purpose of just knowing you..or maybe in some instances, they became a special someone or an unforgettable enemy.

Like just other people’s lives, I had my own version of a “kontrabida” and a super exceptional personality of a person I met.He is indeed unique. Unique of being a story maker and a total idiot. I have a feeling of pity for him. He do not know what he is doing, and maybe, God forbid, he may end up floating in Banica river with his 100% useless attitude, trash life and a super stupid kind of character.

I never judged a person immediately. But this time, I know I am right. I have proven it many times and this one I know he don’t know himself. Pity for him, pity for him.

He longed for everything and he can’t have it. The understanding, love and passion of being on the center stage is all that he wants.

I thought that he was just an ordinary person you can encounter on streets, school and in an ordinary life of yours. He is not that type. He loves to make controversies, and to see other people’s lives shatter is his sort of entertainment.

I became bitter towards him. Because of him.

Now I’m facing stories of my life which were not true. Of course made by him.I wonder if he has a personality disorder or just maybe, a defective genes or mutation became the cause of his misbehavior. I tried to understand, but I can’t. Instead I became so bitter that I can cut him into pieces for doing that to me. Being bitter, totally… totally. He made a big mistake and I will make sure that I have my last laugh on this. Every game is about winning. Every problem is a victory. And those that will hinder it will suffer.