I know I should be asleep by now because I have a long day ahead of me, but staying up seems so fun.
Yesterday, I drank coffee with my friend Pebs and had a lovely talk with him at Starbucks. At first, the silent air that emanated the atmosphere kept me awkward (I didn't know what to talk about), until I asked him how many heartbreaks he has had in his high school life. So random, right? Yet this golden question seems to bring interesting conversations every time.
Each time my friends choose to entrust secrets (about themselves, not others) to me, my soul smiles a little more brightly. I get flattered, of course, that they trust me enough to divulge an important part of themselves. My heart sings of gladness and hope and emotion each time a person does that. But of course, I also get this sense of responsibility and feel compelled to say something, well, worthy of second thought somehow.
When I got home, I perused the pages of YES magazine before doing the usual school stuff. It might seem really weird of me to buy that (it was my first time), but I was enticed by the cover story. It was about a fine girl (Sarah Geronimo) who loved a two-timer jerk (Rayver Cruz), no matter how undeserving was he of her love. Call me jologs or whatever, but we can learn a thing or two from that story right?
I'll write about my impression and thoughts on love in the next post.
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