Around February of 2007 I was attached to this handsome and witty creature named Pol. Things worked out extremely well on our first couple of months until we decided to call it quits on the third month due to absurd schedule mismatches. Despite me trying and trying to make ample time for him, all effort was futile. He was about to finish college that time so I opted not to interfere. Nobody really wants to be pressured anyway. I knew he was devastated when I bid goodbye but I was twice devastated. That was the very first time I got involved with someone younger. And that was also the first time I almost got addicted to pain killers.
For several months we never had any contact until he sent me a message saying he's already working for a multinational food industry as a Junior Marketing Manager. At the back of my head I was jumping in ecstasy hoping he will ask me back. (Hoping ito?) But it never happened. Pol is a showstopper but I have to salvage the tiny pride left in me. Early this year I chose to move on and by March I met my new match.
I don't think I have the responsibility to tell Pol that I'm no longer available although when he sent me a text message a couple of weeks ago, I replied with the news. He was quiet and all so I thought he was happy for me. Until last Saturday night, he phoned me. Pol seemed drunk and I never really understood the words he was saying until he said the three magic words. All I know is I'm still his Bear.True love is what I offered to him. I should have told him how stupid he was for letting me go, but I restrained myself. Ganda ko naman masyado pag ginawa ko pa yun! Nyayayaha!
As Avril Lavigne says, Tell me, why you have to go and make things so complicated? If only you knew that all I really wanted was just a bit of your time. Damn if only you knew...
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