I just realized something:
Ang daming love stories sa mundo…
And I’m not only talking about those tales portrayed in movies or read in books but also those stories that are real – not just a result of one’s creativity or imagination.
I know several people who are fresh from break-ups – most of whom still love their significant other.
Some are confused between two lovers… Torn between then and now.
A few have this “mutual understanding” thing, which, by the way, is something I do NOT understand and strongly opposed of.
Most have their hearts broken because of inconsiderate partners or unreturned love.
If life were a book, every individual would have a best-selling novel.
And if only life were a movie, every one of us would be signing autographs by now, because they have a blockbuster.
Kaso, hindi ee…
Life is just life. There are no manuscripts or screenplays.
Sigh.
If only love stories can be controlled…
I’d write my friends the greatest sagas in the world, complete with happy endings.
