There’s a story that i will tell.
Quite unlike any other tale that ever existed, unless you count awesome sci-fi stories by Kurt Vonnegut or Gene Rodenberry. And like all the awesome stories that you know pretend you’re too good for but you secretly love. It’s about a boy who loved a girl and that girl who also loved that same boy who is in love with her. ad infinitum.
That boy for all intents and purposes is just a human. Let’s say he has brown hair, or absolutely black that it’s the color of jet fuel. The kind that he uses to move spaceships. He’s an aerospace machinery technician and being a human, considers earth as his home but mars as his office.
The girl is just a girl. She has soulful eyes you can drown in and that’s all you will ever have to know.
The boy and the girl lived a very happy life spent in sunny days holding each other’s hands.
Common sense tells us only idiots buy into that fictional idea of happiness.
But today i won’t tell you their story. This is the story of how i went to Cotabato City, South of the Philippines and had a roaring great- sometimes scary- but most often ludicrously good time.
moments of exceptional clarity are few and by far in between. where you don’t see aliens flashing blue lights and ruining the moment, or a sudden nuclear explosion to blur out what you were about to say.
It was at that moment that the boy found out that a heartbreak isn’t a single moment it’s the dulling of the senses and numbness of your whole entire being. You feel as if you are dead but you don’t really care, you feel as if your soul has been robbed and you like to think that you don’t care that she talks to other guys or pays no attention to you. You want to make her think that you’re doing far more exciting things that what she could ever accomplish in her life, but she won’t. You don’t matter to her anymore, not even a passing thought and certainly there’s no last longing glance thrown at you as she walks away.
