Status Update: It’s Complicated
According to the free dictionary, singlehood is the state of being unmarried. Hell yeah. How about having someone bound by words such as love lust and caring, deciding to put dependence on each others’ arms? Can I consider each person “single” in terms of marital status? In other words, how about us? Are we a so-called “couple”? We’ve got this Meralco thing “spark of the moment” and pooof, it became CocoKrunch! I bear a child. Then why are you still caressing her? Just because we’ve been into distant, you give-in to this itch? And this bump I carry on my womb says “you’re not my daddy!”, would this be a proof of infidelity or the fact that we’re not bound by any religious belief but our id to be together?
And who am I losing my fair share of affair? We’re in a total wreck. Hardly a chance of us being happy but plunging into fights and quarrel, chastises of past faults, and a tirade of discontentment. Quitting became an option. My bruises shouts for joy. But everytime that I try to, I’m just keeping myself closer to you, longing for you. Just tell me you love me, that you can’t stand a day without me, then I’ll be willing to suffer the rest bruiseless skin I had. Who can judge my idiocy then?