A 20-something novelist from PH who likes to describe herself as a half frustrated and half writer.
It is time to move on. It is time to see you back to the same old you; to go back to the same old me. I want to move on. But do I really need to move on when all along, I wasn’t even in love with you?
Why can’t humans have their own traffic lights to avoid unnecessary events they do not want to happen? Like falling unexpectedly and hurting someone, or worse, hurting yourself deeply in the process?
You’ll end up needing, longing to hear his voice.
It’s feeling empty that makes you lonely.