Echo

I warned you…

So here I am again. I don’t know why. I just got this weird urge to tell everyone that I love them and that I miss them even if I’m not on any weird nor illegal substance.

I have the unfortunate experience of having friends - same age group - die on me. I always hear tales of how they texted loved ones a few days or hours before their deaths to tell their friends how they loved them and such. I always thought it was weird how an outpouring of love could lead to such a sudden end (the tragedy of it being that they’re young…no offense to those who’ve lived a long life…although age really doesn’t matter…but I digress again…but you’re used to it…)

So anyway, I love you. You, meaning friends I see all the time (uh…that would mean you, Steph…it’s sad and nice at the same time, I know you know what I mean…) You, meaning friends I don’t see all the time - I’ve texted you already. And family. Especially my brother with whom I haven’t spoken in a long while. (Hope your surgery went well.) And the odd acquaintances I’ve made over the years.

Of course, I won’t be all Hallmark-y Fake and say I love you to the people I hate. Your time will come. My time will come.

And so I was there on my couch (for those who’ve visited me in my former house, you know I say that phrase with much relish) and wondering why I was being this way. And I realize it’s because of my boyfriend.

Hey, I warned you.

See, he and I just keep saying stuff to each other. Like we don’t mind saying we’re mad or we’ve made an ass of ourselves or we feel just ickily mushy. Usually, it’s something as mundane as the star in that mall along EDSA (what’s the name of that mall again? In front of Mega Mall or thereabouts. Damn, I’ll remember it later and be too tamad to go down here and write it…) isn’t like an exact star. And I laugh. And he laughs. And he gets it.

So part of that whole being honest-with-our-emotions thing is rubbing off onto all of you miscreants. Hoping that you’ll get it.

So there. All things notwithstanding, take it as it is. How hard can it be to hear (or read) that I love you?

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