Why Do You Have to Break Me?
A Sad Story in P2
What would you do if you saw your bestfriend kissing the guy you like?
Aray!
Ouch!
Sh*t!
Name it. It boils down to... IT HURTS! But how do you react to your friend who so unknowingly is breaking your heart into these tiny pieces?
It was Sunday. We were in P2 enjoying the last night of my leave. We were enjoying the sights of half-naked guys dancing up the stage. Then Bryan (not his real name) passed by our spot and my bestfriend immediately recognized him. Of course, he knew about my feelings for Bryan. But sadly, I also knew how Bryan felt for him. I thought I could easily get over - them texting each other, dancing, fooling around - but I was wrong. My best bud disappeared. I tried to wander my eyes around but he was not there. Then in a crowd of half-naked men upstage, he was there, kissing a seemingly familiar guy. He was kissing Bryan (or maybe it was the other way around). I pretended not see them, pulled my cap down so noone could see the tears that I tried so hard to hide. I let out a small sigh, and then a smile but the pain was just too much to bear. I finally retrieved to the comfort room.
When I got back, my best bud was there acting like nothing happened. Probably he thought I didn't see them. I wore my happy mask also pretending I didn't see them. The rest of the night/day went fine. We went home drunk as usual and I dropped him off near his house. As soon as I put my cellphone down the study table, there were 3 messages from him. The first one saying he's home; the second he was asking why I was not texting back; the third saying sorry.
I did not reply. The hurt was too much. It still is. Until now I have not replied any of those messages.
But I know it was not his fault...
Aray!
Ouch!
Sh*t!
Name it. It boils down to... IT HURTS! But how do you react to your friend who so unknowingly is breaking your heart into these tiny pieces?
It was Sunday. We were in P2 enjoying the last night of my leave. We were enjoying the sights of half-naked guys dancing up the stage. Then Bryan (not his real name) passed by our spot and my bestfriend immediately recognized him. Of course, he knew about my feelings for Bryan. But sadly, I also knew how Bryan felt for him. I thought I could easily get over - them texting each other, dancing, fooling around - but I was wrong. My best bud disappeared. I tried to wander my eyes around but he was not there. Then in a crowd of half-naked men upstage, he was there, kissing a seemingly familiar guy. He was kissing Bryan (or maybe it was the other way around). I pretended not see them, pulled my cap down so noone could see the tears that I tried so hard to hide. I let out a small sigh, and then a smile but the pain was just too much to bear. I finally retrieved to the comfort room.
When I got back, my best bud was there acting like nothing happened. Probably he thought I didn't see them. I wore my happy mask also pretending I didn't see them. The rest of the night/day went fine. We went home drunk as usual and I dropped him off near his house. As soon as I put my cellphone down the study table, there were 3 messages from him. The first one saying he's home; the second he was asking why I was not texting back; the third saying sorry.
I did not reply. The hurt was too much. It still is. Until now I have not replied any of those messages.
But I know it was not his fault...
/brewed @
4:05 PM
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7 Comments:
aww.. *hugs*
By
lilintian, at 10:19 PM
Ouch. That must hurts as hell. *hugs*
But he's still a friend, ya know...
By
savante, at 9:55 PM
yeah, it must have hurt indeed. In a few days, I'm gonna post a review entry about my exploration of P2. Indeed the place is great, next time I go out with friends, I'd make sure they'll gonna see how amazing p2 could be!
By
., at 11:07 AM
I can feel your pain. But I think the pain will lessen if you told him how you feel about what happened. Because you suddenly cutted your communication, It might branch to confusions and assumptions. Atleast, If you tried to tell them how you feel, they can think about it and be sensitive if they care for you. Until you find the courage to release the burden inside you, It will just lead to misunderstandings.
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Anonymous, at 6:43 PM
Bro this is a so late post. You seem to be not updating anymore?
I understand how you feel, however we can't do anything about that. If your bestfriend likes that same guy you do like as well, the best thing you can do is be happy for him. Nothing more. Yeah, it is really tough to handle though. Being fair is a matter of sacrifice or better a matter of truth. awts!
Bro, really, "una unahan lang yan". Hehehe! Sounds funny diba?! Kaw lang weh! Well ganun talaga!
Bro, busy ka daw talaga bez Xander told me. So update naman. KEEP KEWL! \m/, --,
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Earth, at 4:39 AM
ouch! i can relate!
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hardheaded, at 6:01 AM
brew:
brew brew brew. i totally know how that feels like.
and the sad part is that this isn't the most painful thing you (or should i say we) will experience in life. (don't be deceived, i'm not some mature guru.)
and i must say that your instinct worked well: "I pretended not see them, pulled my cap down so noone could see the tears that I tried so hard to hide. ... I wore my happy mask also pretending I didn't see them. The rest of the night/day went fine."
the trick is in always looking fabulous--through it all, above it all.
hang in there.
By
carl, at 1:44 PM
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