Finally found someone… errrm or not really. 💍
My first post in three years! Pardon my writing that my thoughts are scattered - I am apraxic to blogging again. Here’s a quick recap of the years in-between. There was the Break-up Playlist, The Mistress 2, Honor Thy Father, concerts for her, TV show and indie award winning movies for him. Personal life got tough - career and love wise. I wasn’t able to follow them the way I used to. And contrary to Ate B’s fate, I didn’t receive any ring. Saklap.😂 In a way, I guess we matured too.
More than half of the pictures I see that are circulating online these days are pictures where he is staring at her - intently. Videos are full of mutual admiration, laughter, and honesty. It’s a very beautiful and redreshing thing to see.
I have hundreds of questions in my mind right now, maybe thousands if it’s not 4 in the morning now. I could generate maybe five hundred with the ring alone. What was he thinking when he bought it? He must’ve been very meticulous when he picked it, hoping she will like it, hoping she’d get the message, hoping they’d talk, maybe she would’ve said yes. And let’s not kid ourselves and say that it was just a friendship ring. Please, it wasn’t a colorful plastic ring with a candy on top. Maybe she thought it was just something, when it clearly was everything. He wouldn’t have kept it if it was just ‘something’. He was holding his tears on the show which made it all the more painful. I wanted to hug him so tight and tell him, ako na lang. Chos. But seriously, I hope it will someday fit the right finger.
I was grinning from ear to ear, even made little chuckles while watching GGV as tears fell on my eyes at the same time. Yes, they have that effect on people’s sanity. I know I’m not the only one.
My heart bleeds a twisted kind of rainbow for them. Void of emotions black for all the time they couldn’t get back. A happy Barney purple for the child in them - the one that sets out a chain of laughter that fills the room, into the TV screens, and into our hearts. Thick, fresh, and heavy blood kind of red for still unspoken words that weigh their hearts down, if they ever do. Erotic green for lust they could’ve secretly shared. Bleh. A baby’s sclera kind of white for being so honest - it sent us to a beautiful unfamiliar territory. Cyanotic blue for the unwanted sadness. A timid unsure sunset orange for that bittersweet taste of the moment that is now.
He loved her, he did. He still obviously does. Because if that’s not love, then please tell me what that is.
Nahanap na. May na-late. May nagmadali. Saklap.
We have missed you both so much. We will forever adore you. Know that we are sailing the BEST ship.
-Ophelia💕












