Strangely enough, you are. Only you're really not. Seems you've found a reason to come back, all of a sudden. I'm sorry it couldn't be me. Oks lang, tanggap ko na 'yon matagal na.
Funny, no matter how many times I say that I've come to accept how a guy the likes of you sees a girl the likes of me, it still has that teensy-tiny sting that sends a lump up my throat. Maybe it's exactly that. Those little stings of pasts I've told myself I've come to accept already, too. They pulse all at once -- whether it was a "week ago" past or a "three years ago" one -- and the pain becomes too apparent to ignore.
Teensy-tiny sting times, say... 40? It's not that teensy-tiny a sting anymore.
Ow.
