Here’s the ugly truth: I’m getting attached to you.
You live in California and I live in the Philippines, we’re miles and miles apart and I am 15 hours ahead of you. Yet, we manage to make time to talk to each other. We share the simplest of things with each other. We stay up late for each other. We compromise and sacrifice. We act like we are a couple who’s in their honeymoon stage. We are full of energy and love and care for each other. It freaks me out because I know that it is not me that is in your heart, it is your girlfriend. It is her who lives in the same country with you, but just in a different state. It is her who shares the same time zone and season with you. It is her whom your family and friends know, and maybe like too. It is her, not I. And I don’t understand how I let myself get into this situation. How stupid could I get to even entertain you when we started flirting with each other? How stupid am I to get attached to you?
Seeing you post stuff about your girlfriend gives my heart a little ache. Slowly, but surely, it is felt. Oh my silly heart, you always win the game.