her: *sniffles* i feel so unwanted…
him: (thru sms) i want you. <wag mong i-erase ‘to.>
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him: damn it, louie.. darnnnn!!!
her: errr… what’s with the curse words?
him: it’s just me not in my senses for a while.
her: alright. i won’t probe. i’m not sure if i’m ready to hear this.
him: you know it, i know it. it’s just… *lost myself again*
her: i don’t know. whatever it is, i don’t know what to make of it.
him: you go find your lost pieces, and mold again.
her: will i ever make it? i don’t know. i don’t want to put myself in a situation where i would have to spend passion and end up making people unhappy. i have a proclivity for transference, it’s my frailty, and it almost always never pays off. let’s keep each other at arm’s length. (and play it by ear)
him: hayyy. all i am is a smile.. tulog ka na.
her: *hopes that making a chronicle out of the weird 2am conversation would at least put some sense into the chaos*
here’s something hopeful to put the week to a close..
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