
I met Mario and it was weird. I love him still, I care for him but the whole scene was just awkward. He was still the cute guy I loved, he was thinner and back in shape just like when we first met almost two years ago in Ciwalk (the moment was still fresh in my mind). He also changed a bit, he was more patient and sweeter but he’s still Mario. It was so weird I didn’t understand what was going on there and what I felt. However I’ve spent the last 1.5 years with him, shared everything with him. But that nite it just felt so awkward cuz we’ve broke up.
We watched the Disney’s Enchanted and it was a beautiful movie but I don’t think I believe such ‘happy endings’ and ‘dreams come true’ stuff cuz my life feels so far from all of those. I’ve given up dreaming of prince charming (but Giselle didn’t end up with her ‘Prince Charming’ tho and still had a happy ending, rite?) and perfect love story like those princesses of Disney World. I discovered the ‘real life’ the moment Freddy dumped me 7 years ago and I know, the happy ending things are not happening to me.
But back to the weekend, I was looking forward seeing him—I dunno, maybe it was my curiosity or perhaps a bit of caring I showed to him… but I really don’t want him to get unhappy (how could he be happy if I left him and prefer friends and chose not to care about him anymore?) and I don’t want him to be hurt (once again, I hurt him, how could I want him not to be hurt?)
The town still recognize us as ‘Mario and Vicky’, the couple. I really don’t understand my feeling cuz it felt so right but also so wrong at the same time. It was so easy and also hard to love Mario. He’s always so sweet but also pain to my soul. I refuse to accept him back but I need his love to survive this mean world. I miss him so much but I don’t want him to get close enough to me cuz it hurt so bad.
Maybe this is my worst habit when it comes to love: I prefer to love person from distance than having them near. This way, the image of the man would be more perfect and the love would be purer since it was untouchable. A very bad habit which make a very bad disease of mine cuz this way, I won’t ever have a partner of my life I keep on throwing all the love surround me away.
But how could a relationship go well and how does love works in me? I haven’t installed that program in my head yet; single life is still the good one for me… I always believed that love will get to me in time. But now I doubt it cuz I know from this moment on, I really have to be independent and rely on nobody. Am I that strong? Is it really steel that I made of or is it just in the surface?






















