Boracay, May 2013
It starts with a promise - with images of silly games and childish banters that evolve into quiet nights and comfortable silence. It's a sugar-coated trap that initially makes you believe and inevitably leaves you wondering.
What's wrong? Didn't you once say that there is beauty in wondering? That a certain sense of fulfillment springs when, in your solitude, you are able to make the puzzles fit? The mistake is in taking that leap, that hop, that tiny single step from fantasizing to the tragedy that is wishful entitlement.
Don't you remember? There is a fine line between imagination and expectation. The thing with this pain is that it slowly inhabits your heart, with stealth and deception, until it lethally bleeds.
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