AND SO I BROKE UP WITH MY PARTNER...

My bromantic partner, to be exact. Honeybun is sad for me, of course, but for the most part she is happy because now she can have all my time and money. I might have already brought my bromantic partner a watch, but I didn’t get to give it to him so now I have to use it even if it’s too butch for me. Then again, I can save it for my next bromantic partner or as Honeybun suggested, just sell it and give the money to her.

A couple of days after the break-up, I saw two potential replacements: a geeky neighbor who likes tea and is not afraid to wear pink even if wearing pink is so 5 years or so ago, and the ugly duckling gradeschool-mate who has a thing for rubber shoes and tapsilog. We made small stares but nothing really more exciting after that. I didn’t feel like socializing because I was still thinking of the ex.

I’m giving myself two weeks. To still send out pathetic text and instant messages to him, to invite him out for a burger, to ask about his latest conquest.

And then I am moving on.

I can’t wait for I Love You, Man.

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