Love Is Like Free Sabaw*

*It doesn't cost anything, and it could give you a funky tummy.

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Him: Oh, and one more thing.

Me: O?

Him: There's nothing wrong with The Discovery Channel. *kiss emoticon*

I wish he'd be just as generous with real kisses.

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"When you've tasted something stale, it all comes down to this - deciding it's stale and throwing it, or pulling a friend and saying, "I think this has gone bad. Can you taste it for me?"

- S

We...we are not friends.

I don't think you know my cup size, neither are you aware of the fact that I hate mascots with a passion. We have known each other for barely a year. This bond that we have, it started with questions. Back then, I was on the answering end. Lately, I have been asking you questions that I never will have the gall to ask people I label as my friends. I know I can run to you for bite-sized Tao. You have been a fount of wisdom. Your words are Band Aid to my sanity. For every time you'd be my Jiminy Cricket without even trying, I owe you a kiss. Thank you.

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People are pleasantly surprised knowing that I have been seeing (i.e., sex and dinner and movies at least once a week. Or more. Of sex, that's the hope.) the same person for (canned music that usually accompanies the rolling of game show tambiolos) ...more than three months. DISCLAIMER: I am not one to count monthsaries. But yes, I am surprised. It has been effortless, really. I take things one Wednesday breakfast, one weekend dinner at a time. I don't have any expectations. I have learnt to expect just a good meal, or a good laugh over something that we've had a good laugh out of before (yes, it's confusing, but I know he gets it).

We're not fans of settling. Having been in dysfunctional relationships, we know better. We know that we've been cruel to people who least deserved it. We acknowledge that people have treated us in the foulest of ways. We do know that this is true - we deserve only the best. Whether we find the best in each other or in people who have yet to come into our respective lives (or come back), there's not a single clue. He's my friend. I'd claim that I am his friend, too. It is my hope that having the other in makes us better people.

Yet another DISCLAIMER: HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Applicants are welcome, but are not encouraged. Previous applicants need not apply.

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I

miss

the

intoxication,

the

empowering

helplessness

of

being

in

love.