#heyjane

This is me, Jane. You used to call me that because that's our discriminated-under rated and never before used names. Anyway, I'm not gonna talk about how I regret meeting you or how much hate my body has for you at this moment, instead, I'm gonna talk about sparks

I don't make fire works and I'm not fond of electrical things but I do notice that sparks are produced when two HARD surfaces strike each other. I wont take it literally but we both know that deep inside, there's something that's so hard in us. That's why we met. And Gosh, the first time I saw you, I have to admit you didn't strike me at all. In fact you were just like another person introduced to me and then the next day I forgot your name.

And I was surprised when we met for the second time. Damn, I wasn't expecting too much but things never happened the way I imagined them. Can you believe that we talked for 5 hours without even realizing that it's already late. I really felt that there was something about you worth my time and pakialam. 

Gosh, that was my best yosi break ever, it feels like my lighter will eternally spark for the infinite time and I don't even get the connection of what I said about the lighter but I said it anyway. (What?)

As I sucked the metholish-bitter smoke into my moribund lungs and you kept on telling stories as you were teasing me that I don't really smoke and I'm not a bad ass at all. Damn I hate you for doing that. You even said that my way of being a bad ass is not daring, instead it's "Ahhhhh, sooooo cute". Damn it! I can't express how happy I am that day. I'll never forget the lips that kissed me as the cold wind of Christmas blew. (Though it tasted like cigarettes and milo shake, I don't care)

Remember when you said that you had the best because you had me and you were waiting for my answer. I promised you that on the next day, I'll give you the answer and I won't take it back.

That day came, I waited at the usual spot, you never show yourself. Not even a strand from your goddam hair. You just left me in the air like that with the question "What are we?"

I haven't got any news from you eversince. You just disappeared. Now I heard that you're seeing someone. and yeah, as promised, I'm not gonna talk about how much I hate you.

So this is me, Jane. The low-profile, not-as-beautiful-as-your-type-of-girl, the "hugot ng hugot" person, the one who made you laugh and the one who truly cared for you. PAST TENSE.

Spiritualized

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