a text message.
(disclaimer: some words are in tagalog)
I woke up with a fucking hangover.
_________, this is not the alcohol talking na. I really want you to meet me.
I don’t care if it hurts. I just want this to end in a mature way. If you really liked me like you said you did and you thought I was special, then the best thing you could do for me is to tell me face to face, that what we had is over.
I don’t know if you know, but ever since Valentines, I was starting to like you. I thought that maybe this could actually work.
Remember when I cried the first day? That was genuine. I seriously thought no one could ever make me feel this way. Because ever since, I’ve been neglected and I’ve been drowning myself with anxiety from then on.
What I did was shitty. I’m going to regret what I did. It was probably one of the greatest sins I’ve done this year: taking you for granted. I have no excuse. It’s just that, I don’t see the point of celebrating a day when you could show your love the same way at any day naman.
This is my last message to you. If you agree to see me, then this is your last chance. I’m sorry for throwing the ball to your court, but I’m tired of getting hurt because the other ended a relationship with me through text. It’s traumatizing; SG all over again.
Let’s be mature about this and end things in a good way. I don’t know if you’re feeling as hurt (maybe more) than I am, but who’s ever ready? No one. It’s just a matter of what day you want to talk.
If this is really goodbye, then I guess, fuck. Hahaha. I’m laughing na it’s all because of me.
PS, I will beat myself up until May, because that’s just the person that I am. I know it’s my fault kasi eh.