I’m not capable of loving. Shet.

I will KK so famine will not come.

I will record songs we love and record it and give it to him. Torture.

I will put my dila in the middle of #3 electric fan. Of course, that after he puts his dila also.

I will go to where he is anytime he asks me to. Provided, he pays for the taxi, jeep, tricycle or treatment for my varicose veins.

I will make an MTV of our fave song and give it to him after the breakup.

Hug. Hug. Hug. Hug. Hug. Forever.

Utang from him everytime I’m famine.

Defy. Defy. Defy. Defy. Defy my defiance.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss forever. Till laway runs out.

Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare at each other. Forever. Till eyes run dry.