Last March I was heartbroken
again.
I met a guy
named ‘asshole’. He was sweet, he was
cool and he has a car. He studies in Ateneo and he is very much conyo, which is
one of our similarities. He was my fantasy boy. I met him through a mutual
friend.
He loves to
party and socially awkward, he is not. He is very outspoken and very frank, but
he is a liar too, if you must know.
Being sweet and
outspoken is a trait of a charmer and a charmer he’s every bit. He had a smexy
voice and it complemented all the lies that escaped his mouth. I was
captivated. I was deceived. I was a fool, indeed.
Why am
was I so angry? Well, I thought we had a ‘mutual
understanding’, he said so himself, but I very was wrong. While my head was
slowly slandered, the world was unfortunately laughing at me for he had a
girlfriend. Oh what a tragedy that has happened to me!
He was great in
so many ways. He was thoughtful, smart and the most important part that he did
was that he went all the way to SM Calamba just to see me (I didn’t go to
Manila that weekend because it was hell week, but yes, I used the Saturday of
that weekend to go out on a date with Mr. A-hole). He was the only guy who travelled
far just to see me. Though i remember feeling uneasy when a particular event
happened that day, a girl texted him. I should’ve known. I should’ve followed my instinct.
So it continued
for another week or two until I found out that he already had (they’ve broken
up after he cheated.) a girlfriend. It was fucking frustrating because I was ‘falling’ for the guy, but of course, I
can’t steal away somebody else’s boyfriend. I ended it. But then she (his ex)
found out and broke up with him too! I know so because she told me herself
(through Facebook message).
After that, that
horrible bastard blamed me for ruining his relationship with his girlfriend, I
wasn’t guilty, not even a bit. I knew I was a victim too. After a day of
harassment (he called me numerous names that aren’t even legal to be written in
the dictionary, that bad), I finally hit my head on the wall and decided to
turn off my cellular phone so that he won’t pester me, even for just a short
while.
He stopped
calling me that week but then he told me he loves me the following week. I was
baffled and his head was cracked beyond repair. My knees still felt weak for
him. My head still send kilig signals to my body whenever he texts me. I know
that I was a complete moron for even thinking twice of accepting him back into
my life. Thankfully, I had my ex-boyfriend to talk some sense to me, and that
he did. My ex told me that maybe, he was just trying to get even and maybe, my
ex was right. So I followed his advice and hated Mr. A-hole.
I have moved on since then.
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(c) Jo Villanueva
