The bf and I live in different places. I live in the city while he's in the next municipality. But the distance is not great, just a couple of kilometers or so. Him going to my place or vice versa does not take ten minutes. Basically, I live in A and he lives in B and we bike to C, which is another municipality.
We bike daily for about one and a half hours. It takes me one hour to get to the C town plaza and it takes him about 50-55 minutes. Going back home is a breeze at only 30 minutes. When we reach the plaza, we take about 10 to 15 minutes to rest. It's our time to talk about the people we see, events of last night, etc. (Totally unrelated by the way, but I met the ex-bf this morning. He said hi and I ignored him!)
I always get to our pit stop first because the bf takes the longer route. Last week, I saw a piece of paper held in place by a rock. It was a letter addressed "to girls" written by a broken hearted girl named Andrea. I regret not taking a photo of the letter which was in Filipino. It wasn't correct in spelling or grammar but the pain was evident. It was the story of a girl who trusted a boy who ultimately broke her heart.
I found it silly and useless because everyone will have his or her heart broken hearted at one point or another. Maybe it was Andrea's first love and she viewed her lovelife with rose-colored glasses. But whatever! Life is bad enough as it is and having a broken heart should be the least of anyone's worries. We weren't the first to read the note as somebody had written on it saying it was crap. My sentiments exactly.
We bike daily for about one and a half hours. It takes me one hour to get to the C town plaza and it takes him about 50-55 minutes. Going back home is a breeze at only 30 minutes. When we reach the plaza, we take about 10 to 15 minutes to rest. It's our time to talk about the people we see, events of last night, etc. (Totally unrelated by the way, but I met the ex-bf this morning. He said hi and I ignored him!)
I always get to our pit stop first because the bf takes the longer route. Last week, I saw a piece of paper held in place by a rock. It was a letter addressed "to girls" written by a broken hearted girl named Andrea. I regret not taking a photo of the letter which was in Filipino. It wasn't correct in spelling or grammar but the pain was evident. It was the story of a girl who trusted a boy who ultimately broke her heart.
I found it silly and useless because everyone will have his or her heart broken hearted at one point or another. Maybe it was Andrea's first love and she viewed her lovelife with rose-colored glasses. But whatever! Life is bad enough as it is and having a broken heart should be the least of anyone's worries. We weren't the first to read the note as somebody had written on it saying it was crap. My sentiments exactly.
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