I’m no love expert. I know a thing or two about love. But I am not an expert. And I believe no one else is. Not even cupid or those trolls in Frozen.
On the contrary, I am pretty
sure I have an above average understanding on what epistaxis is. In fact, I think my nosebleed IQ is way higher than that of my Anime IQ and cartoon shows IQ
combined.
And from what I experienced again very recently, I
therefore conclude that Love and Nose Bleeding share a very “disturbing”
commonality.
Ang love parang nosebleed, di mo alam kung kailan dadating, walang pinipiling panahon, walang pinipiling pagkakataon.
Ang love parang nosebleed, papansin, mahirap itago, kahit gaano mo man pagtakpan, kusa pa rin
magpaparamdam.
Ang love parang nosebleed, you have to carefully “pick” para di ka masaktan.
Ang love parang
nosebleed, dapat level-headed ka, di pwedeng lagi
kang nakayuko, di rin pwedeng lagi kang nakatungo.
Ang love parang nosebleed, nakakatakot, may traumatic effect - ayaw mo ng maulit lalo na pag sobrang masakit.
Finally, Ang love parang
nosebleed, pag natapos na siya, aabangan mo yung
susunod, ihahanda mo yung sarili mo habang naghihintay ka.
We all have our notions of love. We choose with what our eyes tells us and what our hearts feel for us. And I like to believe I am entitled to compare to it to my f*cking nosebleed. :)
image co (google, 500 Days of Summer)
image co (google, 500 Days of Summer)
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