What not having a vacation does to me
Is it right to say that this somebody makes my heart skip a beat each time?
Is it right to not even exert enough effort to push away the thought of how this somebody captured me by that very memory of him stopping his car to talk about what should(n’t) be talked about and thereafter seeing how he looked so different, curled in his seat, saying what we both know should(n’t) even be said?
Is it even right to post this for the whole world, or at least for my very critical friends to see (oh they’re just concerned…)? And, yes, for that somebody to see?
But if I take that chance right now
Tomorrow will you want me still?
And I know it’s not right
But I guess I should try
To do what I should do…
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… or I maybe I’m just fooling myself and I could, most probably, just shrug this off by packing my bags, boarding a bus bound for the beaches of Quezon and hoping that my mom’s elder sis could adopt me for a weekend.
