Addicted to Heroine
It's almost pathetic how Mia still can't get over her first love. And to this day her great love. Because it was indeed a sorta fairytale.
In her 23 years of abstinence from romance, she had looked forward to that earth-shattering day when she'll meet a lovely princess who will teach her more than the tricks of fire. Someone who will give meaning to everything she fought for, to the giggles and butterflies in her stomach when she is smitten.
And she saw her heroine, she mustered all the confidence she had for this one. Fair-skinned, towering at 5'9", ramp-modeled for sometime, smart, even her accent alone is enough to make anyone come. Closer. She was every lesbian's dream--yes, even the pretty ones. Her anxiety level rose but nothing could stop her, not even herself.
Mia being the wuss that she is, tried her best at what could only be described as acceptable flirting. It worked! 2 months later they went on their first date. Mia was the happiest dork on earth.
She dolled herself up. Sprayed on some cheap cologne and prepared herself for actual flirting. She was a bum then, and the heroine knew about it, but that date--Mia was too proud for treats on a first date, so she borrowed some money from her dad.
Mia waited for an hour inside that bar. After half-a-bottle of beer, she saw an image who walked passed by the glass door, and she told herself, "I'll do whatever it takes to make her fall in-love with me".
"Kamusta, kumain ka na"
"Huh? Nagtatagalog ka?!!"
"Rarely, but yes".
After five beers, they both found themselves slightly intoxicated. The heroine ran her fingers through Mia's hair and they talked some more. They left the bar and headed to a tapsihan. After a nice meal, they sat on a gutter and cuddled. In the dark the world is never judgmental.
The next day, they were officially a couple.
For months it was beautiful, she was everything Mia hoped for. For months they enjoyed each other's company. Loved the things as a couple, not as individuals. Mia wished they could just stay there and repeat whatever it was that made them fall in love.
But that love was not preceded by friendship, and it failed. More than once. Miserably. Happy endings, after all, only happen in Fairy Tales.
I can still remember every detail, and maybe self respect is overrated. Because its been three months and I'm still stuck in that moment when we just got too tired for kindness. I lost again but its going to be alright. I know that you're doing just fine without me.
Happy Birthday.
It's almost pathetic how Mia still can't get over her first love. And to this day her great love. Because it was indeed a sorta fairytale.
In her 23 years of abstinence from romance, she had looked forward to that earth-shattering day when she'll meet a lovely princess who will teach her more than the tricks of fire. Someone who will give meaning to everything she fought for, to the giggles and butterflies in her stomach when she is smitten.
And she saw her heroine, she mustered all the confidence she had for this one. Fair-skinned, towering at 5'9", ramp-modeled for sometime, smart, even her accent alone is enough to make anyone come. Closer. She was every lesbian's dream--yes, even the pretty ones. Her anxiety level rose but nothing could stop her, not even herself.
Mia being the wuss that she is, tried her best at what could only be described as acceptable flirting. It worked! 2 months later they went on their first date. Mia was the happiest dork on earth.
She dolled herself up. Sprayed on some cheap cologne and prepared herself for actual flirting. She was a bum then, and the heroine knew about it, but that date--Mia was too proud for treats on a first date, so she borrowed some money from her dad.
Mia waited for an hour inside that bar. After half-a-bottle of beer, she saw an image who walked passed by the glass door, and she told herself, "I'll do whatever it takes to make her fall in-love with me".
"Kamusta, kumain ka na"
"Huh? Nagtatagalog ka?!!"
"Rarely, but yes".
After five beers, they both found themselves slightly intoxicated. The heroine ran her fingers through Mia's hair and they talked some more. They left the bar and headed to a tapsihan. After a nice meal, they sat on a gutter and cuddled. In the dark the world is never judgmental.
The next day, they were officially a couple.
For months it was beautiful, she was everything Mia hoped for. For months they enjoyed each other's company. Loved the things as a couple, not as individuals. Mia wished they could just stay there and repeat whatever it was that made them fall in love.
But that love was not preceded by friendship, and it failed. More than once. Miserably. Happy endings, after all, only happen in Fairy Tales.
I can still remember every detail, and maybe self respect is overrated. Because its been three months and I'm still stuck in that moment when we just got too tired for kindness. I lost again but its going to be alright. I know that you're doing just fine without me.
Happy Birthday.
