A Past Heartbreak

I wish I can go on breakfast dates, lunch dates, or even dinner dates with you. Or maybe we’ll go to quirky places like those cute dessert or optical illusion museums. I’d never get tired or bored even if it’s the National Museum as long as I’m with you.

I’d gladly let you slide your hand from my arms to my hand and lock them as if not letting you go ever; walking by every piece of art and appreciating the view.

We can go and explore Manila and gobble down food in Chinatown. We can also go to restaurants we haven’t tried or just stay at home and binge on street food.

I’d gladly help you pick out an outfit or two since I know anything you wear looks good on you. Would you do the same even if I’m not as pretty as you?

I surely would take lots of photos of you. I’m not a good photographer but I think I’d be good for you... I meant you’d be a good subject for me. I’d giddily snap a photo when you’re too serious or make the most out of your barely-smiling smiling face.

I’d take care of you if you don’t feel well and feed you hot soup, hand you medicine and water if you need me to; as long as all your requests can help you be in better shape.

I’d fight for what I think is right even if it leads to an argument; but I promise to retreat if I know I’m wrong. Please be gentle with truths; though I promise to take them constructively.

All these I can do but the problem is not me, it’s you. You don’t like me enough to go on dates, to let me hold your hand, to let me take care of you, to let me get to know you.

The guys I like don’t always like me back and the guys that are actually interested in me, I don’t like.

What a way to live, huh?

Sad.