When Two Broken Hearts Talk

The rain just fell down quite a sudden yesterday afternoon. I could hear thuds of hurrying feet. And as each raindrop slaps the soil on the ground, I wondered how many drops of tears ran through her face, spilled to the ground when she was heartbroken.

Me: How's your heart?

She smiled, and told me to stop it.

Me: Really. How are you?

Her: I don't know. I still think about him sometimes. It hurts. Still.

Me: Hahaha. I know!

Her: Shut up!

Me: You don't need to lie about it.

Her: I always wanted to tell you about this. It's just that you are always not around.

Me: I'm getting popular. I'm hiding from the press.

Her: I want to move on. How will I do that?

Me: You want to move on? Then let's walk.

We were walking while the rain poured over us. Maybe an hour or so.

Her: I want to forget him.

Me: You can't do that. I mean, you can. But not now.

Her: What did you do when she left you?

Me: You know how it is. I was devastated.

Her: What did you do to get rid of the pain?

Me: I eat. All the time. You see that? That's tempura. I eat things like that all the time.

Her: I don't eat tempura. It makes me vomit.

Me: Then, eat ice cream. See that store over there? it gains profit because I buy ice cream every night.

Her: hmmm...Really?

Me: Sure. Let's eat then. My treat.

Then, it was my turn.

Her: Why still single up to now? I know you. You can get one whenever you feel like it.

Me: You know I'll marry someone at 27 or 28, don't you?

Her: Hahaha. I know. Just stop the cold and harsh social drama.

Me: I'm not hurting her, am I? I know I'm not. Besides, I'm tired of all the people there.

Her: She told me about it. The books and stuff. Hahaha.

Me: I hope she'll be fleshy when I turn 27.

Her: So, how about now. No plans of having a girlfriend?

Me: I'm tired. I'm looking for something. Something real.

Her: Hahaha.

Me: Really. I just don't want anyone getting involved with my life.

Her: Can you remember the days with your ex-gf? Come on! Weren't those days nice? You can stay in your room and be happy about it. That there's someone who loves you.

Me: Was it all about sex? I don't know. You know how she is and what she looks like. Her cleavage makes me weak, and all about her makes me think nothing but sex.

Her: You said you love her?

Me: I did. There was love and lust. But when we broke up, I come to realize that I was attracted to her looks, and later on, feel inlove. I loved her. You know that. And sex, too.

Her: You really did that?

Me: No. Just kidding!

Her: Come on. Just tell me. Did you two screwed up?

Me: What are you talking about? I'm clean. And Fresh. Haha.

And another conversation came up.

Her: You look good together.

Me: Who?

Her: ______

Me: She doesn't get me. She just don't get me! She's playing dumb.

Her: It was your fault.

Me: Mine? My fault!

Her: Yeah. You didn't tell her.

Me: I was obvious. She's just.....complicated.

Her: You're the one who is complicated. I often see you around walking with her and you just  can't say it.

Me: I'm tired. It was Joshua Harris' book. That jerk! That guy led me to singleness.

Her: hahaha.

Me: It's okay. I'm dating someone now.

Her: who?

Me: A Sillimanian chick.

Her: Another one?

Me: Yes. Another one.

Her: Stop that. Go back to her and talk her out. The other one.

Me: Geez. You're sick!