True to my expectation, our conversation last night, which proved to me that my friends are senseless, incorrigible, loop-obsessed lunatics—who somehow managed to still have my respect after all the confusing shits they put me through and probably will but I don't mind either way—left me perturbed, disturbed, and curbed, which means sleep was not a visitor. And so my cousin, to follow up (and I think they have a way of keeping up with the times) through the phone, bothered me with useless tidbits, again, about love. Well, Valentine's is nearing.
"So, Kuya, ganito na lang gawin mo. Since you don't believe in love anyway, I came up with the perfect liner for you if you ever find that someone: 'Prove to me that love exists. Be my girlfriend.'" - Hannah Daniella V. Tamayo
And oh, many thanks to Ashley for the treat.
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