I find myself on his Friendster profile, staring at his pic, browsing through his friends which I never thought of doing before. I haven't even viewed his profile after adding him. I find myself reading testimonials those girls wrote for him and those he wrote for them. I find myself missing him so much, wishing I could see his smirks again. I find myself calling his number although I know some machine-generated voice will tell me "The number you have dialled is either unattended or out of coverage area. Please try your call later." I find myself confiding in a brod that we have gotten so close over the three weeks that he has become a part of my daily routine without me realizing it. It hasn't even been three weeks. Four days short.

Maybe he met someone new last Saturday. It WAS an acquaintance party and there ARE a lot of hot chicks in San Beda Med School. Doesn't doctors end up with doctors? Oh shit, me and my paranoia. And this is just day number two. I'm sure it'll get harder.


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*.* as if! @ 5:14:00 PM • • RBJ