When you love someone, you love that person with a heart that is ready to get run over by a raging bull. You lay everything on the line, and your only armor is that thin (almost translucent) line between hope and desperation. Your puzzle is finally solved. You are now one half of a whole. You are happy (or so you think), and drunk and mad -- the perfect combination for insanity.
As in many relationships, when people start taking their guards down, they start to lose themselves. They get caught in the parade of kilig and the constant need to feel wanted. The things that mattered to them means nothing (Ok lang na hindi ka mag-text buong araw, sino ba naman ako) and the principles they live by slowly become insignificant (I deserve to be treated like a queen, pero ok lang na alisin mo minsan yun respect mailabas mo lang galit mo). Their senses get more and more vulnerable to anything harmful to them and that is when the brain takes a backseat. Everything crumbles to the ground. In shattered pieces.
Self-worth has lost the battle. But, will we ever learn to choose the less hurtful path of self-preservation? I don't think so. The world is not yet ready for battery-operated hearts.
Steady lang, teh. Andito lang kami.
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