And then we’re kissing. His lips are soft and leave mine tingling. I close my eyes, and in the darkness behind them I see beautiful blooming things, flowers spinning like snowflakes, and hummingbirds beating the same rhythm as my heart. I’m gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it’s a good feeling - like soaring, like being totally free. His other hand pushes my hair from my face, and I can feel the impression of his fingers everywhere that they touch, and I think of stars streaking through the sky and leaving burning trails behind them, and in that moment - however long it lasts, seconds, minutes, days - while he’s saying my name into my mouth and I”m breathing into him, I realize this, right here, is the first and only time I’ve ever been kissed.
Why do I need to exist with people who don’t really like me, just pretending they do.
"Parang hindi ka man ganun."
Masyadong hard ata. FAKE? Pero yun na yun. May mga tao talaga na akala mo sa tabi mo sa lahat ng oras. Yung tatakbuhan mo kapag may problema. Pero yun din pala yung sisiraan ka sa iba. Oo. SIRA. Dahil alam mo na hindi totoo yung pinagsasabi niya.
Yung taong sa dinami-dami nang nangyari, sarili pa rin ang iniisip.
Saba ati ha. Di mo yan kinaganda. :)