..wizz…

ok.. I LET YOU IN..for the thousandth time of walking out i’ve let you in again in my life. BUT, and dont undersetimate that but because that is a very big BUT – don’t dare ruin my life again or im gonna kill you and let the stupid jungwa dog eat your liver and heart.

And im gona kick your ass too.

The first time you knocked (remember,i locked the gate?) , i was still in a rage. I was very furious , and your “sorry na, kala ko kasi ako sinisisi mo” crap just agitated me. I so dont want to hear your lame excuse around that time. I accidentaly blurted out the words that i have never said to you before ( i don’t know if it was accidentally – maybe it has been waiting for so long to be exhaled,just waiting for the right moment – and so it came and walla!) , I know it was so not me but i meant it. Everything I said was true.

Then you walked out again after hearing my strike.

I waited long hours and the bed stretched out like a comfy road while I dream of slapping your face and making a ribbon out of your intestines. I was just so angry.

And then i fell asleep..and the anger rested – 2 hours is lone enough for me to melt it away. (what a wuss.)

Then you came back. I can still smell the spirit of alcohol in your words and in your breath (cant blame you for drinking though) and you hugged me and said that you need me and you don’t want me to pack my things off and move out of your damn life. And once again, you saved your day, just as i expected.

I don’t care if i look stupid again – coz i can feel that this time, FOR ONCE , you made sense. your words and actions made sense that is why i sliced a piece of my heart to let you enter again, but i swear to the good god, this will be your last chance to change your ways and be responsible for your actions. Remember that i am only human , i made mistakes like you do, i have feelings like you do. I can be super romantic and then a dumbshit the next second. I can’t be a saint to tolerate everything, I have pride and dignity to protect , I have a reputation to take care of. Not everything you do will be pound off by sorrys and promises and you can get away with it. I am a very soft hearted person , I can be your dream wife, but i can turn into a nightmare and ruin your life if you demand it so badly.

Dont make me hate you like i did to others.

But i love you. I really do, until now. I hate your ways but i dont hate you. I dont ant you to change – i just want you to improve.

i love you.

..zzzz.