minsan, hindi mahalaga kung sino ang taong nananakit sa atin, ang mas importante ay kung bakit natin hinahayaang masaktan tayo.
sometimes, its not important who the person hurting us is, what matters is why do we keep on allowing ourselves to get hurt.
a philosopher once said that man seeks pleasure and avoids pain. but how come most people has this odd tendency that they keep on lingering things and memories, that they know will hurt them. such objects and events that will make them remember someone that has long gone?
perhaps, there is just this unexplainable itch, craving to bring it back and we fall weak to resist it--- and of course, i am no exception.
but if for some, sex is such an overrated word. then for me, its moving on.
regardless who among my exes (naks plural!) is involved, i always find it easier to say that i have moved on than understanding what it really mean.
for although the chances of getting back is as blur as pasig river, its just unavoidable for us to pick up something along the streets that we have once took with someone, hand in hand. the memories still spur out, the moment we pick up something that reminded us of him/her no matter how we keep on pressing them down. and the hurt that it brings is far more than the smile it draws on our faces. then the worst of it all is that at the end of the day, we will catch ourselves asking,