Uber 4

And so I think I fell into the pool of ecstasy-believed-to-be-forever called love...
Still protected by the safest abode since infancy called home where parents were there. Father said not to fall in love while in the academe of attaining bachelor's degree. Mother said to marry someone who believes in mutual respect and keeps you the woman you are supposed to be treated.
Trawling through adolescence's tugging Cupid's sleeve for extrication and slipping off the fast-paced timer of a woman, am I supposed to be buzzed to consider settling down?
So here comes the "he" creeping in with a cloud of dark past (who doesn't have? at some point?). He is smudged by somebody's standard. He was ganged up with labels of unwanted verbatim. He would be Cinderella's or any Disney princess's prince charming long gone outcasted.
Somebody to wake up with a bump on the head uttered yes. Maybe giving a shot to the verb trying -- the "she" finally has given up on it. In hesitance, the "she" who in her wrath would want to ask God why the like of him exists.
His family says no. Her family says neither. By choice, the us-against-the-world "two-getherness" is fought about as prayers are fervently said over his Quran and her Holy Bible.

*For their 4th monthsary

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