Call Me An Ass, A Jerk, Whatever.

“What am I to you?”

“friends.”

“friends lang?”

“uh… yeah.”

And boy did I know I was in trouble. Or she was. It depends on how you see it. I don’t know. Besides if I was the villain in her story, I was in every right, the hero in mine.

Her friends could have killed me right there and then if they knew I broke their friend’s heart which would just do nothing but affirm the fact that, indeed, I was the victim.

We’ll what’s a poor boy got do? I didn’t want to lead her on. I didn’t have any feelings towards her of any kind. I just, like any douchebag of a guy, copied notes from her, occasionally flirted (but only when necessary). That’s just pretty much it. And some assignments.

I had to do what I got to do.

I entertained her didn’t I?

Call me an ass, a jerk, whatever.

It is undeniable she enjoyed my company.

And I was still doing her a favor by not leading her on.
I can’t fake love you know.

And for that my friend, I deserve a medal of honor.

I mean, in what scenario would she have thought that I was harboring some sort of affection? Exactly.

Again, call me an ass, a jerk, whatever.

I just want to make it public, for future disclaimer purposes, that if I do like you, being the most blunt and person that I am, I would have told you the moment that we met… or when I finally muster any guts, which is like… depends on the urgency. Most of the time, it depends on the need.

And If I had known you for the longest time now, and I still I haven’t told you anything, chances are… you know what your chances are or at least you get the point.

God.

So just get over it. And I’m sorry.

“Laagan kaayo ka dong. Pag-uli sa inyo oi. Pagbuhat inyo IS.”

We actually chanced upon each other one night. And by the tone she used on me, I guess I shouldn’t get my guards down even after two years. I could actually die from crime of passion, you know.

And dude that is just damn epic. ;-)