Last night, I played Joey Ayala's 16 Love Songs CD all night long... It lulled me to sleep because it makes me feel his presence beside me... I terribly miss him you know. It's redundant that I keep on thinking about him. And I am so tempted to send him an email and ask him to go back to me. Maybe I can ask him to meet with me so that we can really talk about what really happened. And if his feelings for me is totally gone and unremembered. Maybe that would settle the confusion in me.
But I am bothered that I might not like his reply. Or better yet, he will not respond at all.
Oh I really wish to see him you know.
I understand it's wrong. Being that he is still with his wife (I am just assuming after seeing his wife in pictures during his recent exhibit in UPV Art Gallery). God, I hope I can forget him. The heartache is still there. I still long for him. I still visit his FB profile often to check his recent artworks.
Why is it that love acts this way? It's totally wrong but I still willingly submit myself to the irrational feelings. It's like a fire burning my soul. And it slowly consumes my sanity. And I can't keep my focus on my studies and dreams. And I don't have anyone to talk to with all of my musings. Perhaps I need someone whom I can process these emotions with. Ugh, I need a friend :-(
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