“di na nga kita mahal/i don’t love you anymore”
i don’t like having breakfast. even if we grew up getting up early for school with breakfast to start the day. i was never a morning person. lately i find myself getting up early or can’t sleep at all.
like an addict, it’s been approximately 5 months since he decided to move out, over a year that i knew that he wasn’t committed. as a person who seeks to be love in return, stupid love as they say, i still wish that this was all a dream. but it’s not.
every day i wake up with my daughter’s feet on my face. yes, this is reality. it’s just me and her. and the only thing i can do to myself is to quickly accept it, move on.
action speaks, no, action screams louder than words.
i knew he doesn’t love me anymore. having hope is free, right. lol.
i never expected my reaction. i got up, and still bought french fries and float for breakfast.
this is the time i need some happy hormones and energy to work.
i’m doing this for months, i should be used to this.
being hurt over and all over again one becomes numb. yes, i’m kinda numb. i might cry tonight, but right now, i have a job to do. the only thing that keeps my daughter and i alive.🙂
the saying is true.: when you lost something, appreciate what you have more.
life goes on.