Math is like love
“Math is like love – a simple idea but it can get complicated.”
Math and Love. I need tape not stitches this time. Just tape and it’ll be fine.
This would just be the occasional (I hope) times when I miss “us.” Maybe not exactly him but Us before. And this would be the occasional time when I my day is just simply being directly crappy and I need him to hot wire it, without him knowing, to keep me grounded.
I would/am miss/missing:
- “I love you”
- Sweet and comfortable silence.
- Holding hands.
- A big bear hug that envelopes me away from any negativity.
- Smiley mornings.
Someone told me before that I love having my boyfriend him around because he’s like a security blanket. Maybe so or more likely, that’s a yes. Maybe it’s because of the way he’s built. A walking pillow, bigger than me, that when he hugs, I could just forget the world and the crappiness everywhere. I know I’ll get that feeling again…I hope. There are times even the most independent women just needs someone to tell them everything’s gonna be alright.
On another note, I had fun at Mom’s Christmas party earlier with Pochay. Parlor games with some twists plus prizes of course. All these involved us having to stand up, ran around, hyper mode basically. It was just really nice. Oh, I also had the mic with me more than several times hihih. Parties ain’t complete without videoke. Exchange gifts too!
Also, there was this one game wherein we had to say some information about us for the others to memorize to get a prize. One of the question there was how many boyfriends did you have? LOL. Dad came also towards the end btw, since Mom was having high blood again. So anyway, my parents only knew one haha. So my Tito was bullying me to say the number which is more than one hahaha. I said, three. And there goes the catcalls. I didn’t mention that all of them were now exes. LOL.
Okay, I guess this is enough him and some of me for today. I should really sleep now.








