So anyway, let me write again for I have missed doing this.
VALENTINE'S. <3 HAHA
People may find it cheesy or corny to publicly declare their love for someone. I never did. Not in blogs, at least. Hahaha. Who reads my blog anyway but myself. So, dear me, this is to remind yourself how much you are endeared to this person, even if you are starting to feel that this person has eyes on someone else, who apparently is someone you've trusted during the critical points in your life.
To my Nutella. Remember how we started? You'd drop by rehearsals to wish me well for my performance during Little Shop. You'd give me that kilig-digidig embrace that never failed to precede my memorable moments onstage. Those were the times I was trying to make sure if you really liked me. You never know how ecstatic I was to find out that you actually did. But I had to keep calm and carry on, like a princ - i mean boss.
But everyday, my feelings for you just grew stronger. Sounds like a song, no? But yeah it really does happen. I hate you. Without you knowing it, I ended up being your fangirl. You were one of the most beautiful creations of our Lord God Almighty. Yes, no one will argue. If ever anyone does, id bet my life that ill win the debate. Sometimes I just get lost in how your prominent brown eyes would pierce my nip- i mean my heart. I would never forget that day you dropped me at the trike terminal across your ex's university. When you told me that what i told you made the most sense out of all explanations you were looking for as to why he replaced you with that someone he has now. Right before I got off your car, your smile in that dark place brought about a light that I still cling on to until this very day.
Then I began to reveal the real me. The neurotic, needy, impulsive, emotional, too girly, insecure, immature and ditzy me. And to be honest I don't know how else you see me in those shades of negativity. Maybe you've learned to see past those or you just put up with it, or.. or... nah... i shouldn't write down what my hidden fear actually is. But if ever you read this, I just like you to know that I've eventually found out how you denied to your MoW that we're actually together. And how you've maintained communication with that special friend I used to consider, when you know what my issue between the two of you is. And how during that time that he messaged you that you were browsing through his photos, his really gorgeous photos (yes to my dearest bff if ever you read this, you really are gorgeous and i really was a proud friend haha), and you told him that you missed him. As I read through the thread, your happiness was evident. It's something I observed that I think and feel I am not producing for you anymore. I'm really sad. But I want you to be happy, even if I may not be part of your happiness anymore.
Now I understand why you can stand 24-hours without communicating with me. As the saying goes: If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police - it's gone. What's gone? I don't even want to answer that because I believe that... it's not gone. So long as I still believe that I have it with me. It's not gone... Or who am I fooling? I don't know... But one thing I am sure of.
I LOVE YOU.
Enough for me to back off, and enough for me to fight for you. But if ever you do end up with him (which is not unlikely because it's not as if you've never done that before, hence your MoW), I won't be surprised. Hurt, yes a lot. Damaged, of course - what's new there right? At the end of it all, I'll just think of it as two special people in my life ending up together happily. Because that's the only thing I want for the both of you.
At such event, maybe then I'll just wait for someone to tell me, "It's okay... You can start all over, i'll be here with you to make the pain go away even if I know I'll never replace _____ in your heart. I'll stand beside you. And we'll write another beautiful love story, hopefully that one that will last." So that I know how it feels to hear the words I uttered to you. If it's something that should make me look for another one, or be content and fight for the present one we have. So that I know where exactly I've gone wrong.
Nutella... i love you. No more no less. But at this point, I don't know where to stand. I hope and pray that you find it in your heart to realize that I am still that guy who sat with you in the shady staircase beside the statue of Thomas Moore after your dance competition, the prominent guy who appears in the pictures of your mini-entrepreneurship just last year, that same guy who was running along Eastwood hiding from my parents, the same guy who was wiping your sweat while you were jacking up the tire beside that curse-of-blood house, the same guy whom you carried on your back along GH, the same guy who was crying beside you while watching "I See the Light," the same guy who loved you then, and will remain to love you if you will continue to allow him.
That guy is crazy in love with you, and you don't even know it. Maybe this is the perfect time to know that.