People have their own take on why they love taking selfies. Me myself love taking selfies. Especially when I'm having a good hair day. *winks* But that's not my point here right now. Each photo in this blog post has their own story. Stages. Development. My story. Our story. So let's start on where it ended.
This selfie was taken 2 days before my birthday. I was sick. It sucks. Terribly sick. I was thinking, if we're still together... Would you still come see me, take care of me? Take me out for lunch? Like how you used to? Funny how a sad heart makes a body weak... But I was happy after. :)
This selfie was taken when I was trying to impress you. Or even convinced myself that you would still want me coz I still managed to look awesome despite what happened.
This one is taken the day after I sent you the message of "acceptance". It was Sunday when I messaged you if I remembered it right. It was my denial stage. Ha! I was trying to convince myself that it's okay. It's going to be okay. I'll get by. But the weeks after that were tough. Even became tougher when I start telling myself to stop stalking you through all your SNS.
Same day I think I posted an open letter to my crush, or maybe say 2-3 days after. Which later on I knew you thought it was someone else. Lol Even "girlfriend" knew it was you. She asked me if you knew it was you. I told her... "No. I'm a little embarassed on telling him directly so I put it in IG instead." Then she said, "Of course he knows it's him. For sure he knows it's him." And she was wrong. Haha!
I was happy. Happy loving you discreetly. Letting the whole world (sns world) that I still adore you. Admire you. Without you knowing.
India. (WHEW! INDIA). It was break time. I came home from office just to catch your timings. Hoping I would see you online. So we can talk. Coz I missed you. A lot. Every single day I was there. I was missing you. Every day I was there it was a struggle.. torture.. of missing you.
Until now I miss you. But it came to me that..that's the closest thing I could ever be with you.. miss you. And remembering all the reasons why I do.
One of the best back to back weekend of my entire morning shift so far. We were at the party on a Saturday night. You came. I was happy. The next day, you still came. I was happier. :) Memories were shared. Talks were amazeballs. We played. Remember quiz up? We tickled each other. Good memories. Happy memories. Forever will be kept and remembered.
I intentionally didn't put your photo here (was considering tho. Lol) But I know how important your privacy is for you. Soooo.. here.. Thank you. Thank you for this day. For coming. For running with me. My first ever marathon. Thank you for pushing me. I may not have finished the run WITH you but I did finish it. :) (That's freakin' 10K without proper sleep and enough training) Thank you for pushing me. Thank you for the pre-work out running and training with me (tho I think we only have 1 or 2. Haha!) Thank you for the day before this day because you spent it with me. This was a memorable day. It was the day when we talked about us. When you asked me about us. (Actually I am not even sure now. Maybe I was the one who asked you about us. Lol) well it doesn't matter. But this day was remarkable. One of the many happiest day I was with you.
Going back from the first selfie, again I was sick. You came. You took me out for lunch. You took care of me. And I wonder... will it ever happen again?
Boracay!!! We had a looooong exchange of "landi" and "kilig" convo! Haha! This was our first time being separated for long (you considered 3 nights long, but I think that's cute. :) I was telling you to come with us but you have an important event to attend to and it was okay. I understand.) :) Sometimes, when I miss you, I go back to that conversation. Even the day before Bora. :)
There's the story. My selfie stories. Our story. (Well you might say I'm just looking for a way to publish my photos just for the sake of doing it so I tried making a story out of those... well.. haha! Of course not!) But yes, I am narcissist like that. Haha!
Thank you. Thank you for inspiring me to write again. Thank you for giving me hopes again. Thank you for strengthening my faith in love again. And thank you for making me feel that I can trust and love again. Before I met you, I was in turmoil. You know the story. I thought I can never get back to my feet again. But I was wrong. You showed me that I can still be loved. That love is still beautiful. Our story may not end how I wanted it to be but I'm still grateful of knowing you and meeting you. You gave me my life back. You made me happy again. You made me feel again. You made me human again. And I owe it to you. You may not be my last (which I am still hoping you are... not til you find your true love or I find mine), but you are my GREAT LOVE. I'll tell you why on my next blog post.
Love,
Kaye
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