We’ve all heard, read, seen, experienced this classic break-up template; one takes himself the victim of a cruel conspiring world and the other—the mastermind of it all, set and smeared with the details of typical novella the materials of which are better hidden from GMA or ABS least they corrupt it into another tacky D-rate melodarama (and heaven forbid, starring Ara Mina).
Unfortunately for BFF, both calamities are sooo of this model. So, there’s nothing unprecedented for a little show and tell.
I echo BFF’s words: “I need to survive to keep living because I want to find out how my story ends”. That is exactly what I intend to do. Thing is bes, melancholy is losing its voice here at Bryan’s. But I promise we’ll chat about it, over coffee in Bali perhaps?
I am not a very religious person, but I love Jesus. And I never fail to thank him for all the good things in my life. When you lose men who turned out to be worse than mad dogs, then there’s no arguing that that is a super blessing. So, thank you, thank you.
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