We always try to outdo each other when it comes to creating surprises during each other’s birthdays. Because we were both creative, we do our best to make those days extra special.She hates it when I surprise her because she knows my tell. She knows when I laugh internally. I always blow my cover and end up prematurely telling what the surprise is all about. Regardless, I still manage to make her smile.But nothing beats the time when she surprised me at work.It was a normal day. I noticed that one of my friends, Russ, was acting strange. And missing in action was Pinky. I could smell that something was off. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “So Russ, where’s Pinky? Isn’t she supposed to be with us?” I wondered. “Uhm… She told me a while ago that she… Uhm… Needed to check something out in the mall,” he nervously but happily responded. “Okay. You done smoking?” “Yes. But can we like light another one? I just felt the need to do so.” “You know I’ll never s
We continued to move forward even with a lot of things happening in between regardless if things became exhausting. I have to admit that everything was always out of control. There was too much to remember to do, too much to remember not to do, and none of it really made sense.It was, at times, hard, uncomfortable, and unpleasant. We spent the rest of our relationship doing unnatural things to make each other happy without any idea if the other was still happy. It started to turn into a disaster.But I still believed in us. The way she told me that she believed in me back then.We celebrated what would be our last anniversary with her friends in Zambales. We surely were having fun. But as things went, I had a panic attack. Then, we had a conversation that I wish I could go back to and rectify. “How are you doing, love? You don’t look so good,” she worriedly asked. “I’m okay. Although, I was still thinking about how to resolve my problems all day. But yes, I’m okay,” I a
I was determined to win her back. I knew it was taking a lot from both of us. I was trying my best to make something on my end. I took interviews for offshore locations in our office. Anything I could do to be better. I wanted to show her that I could be the person she could spend the rest of her life with. I think I was just looking at the issues from a different vantage point at that time.It took several days before we started talking again.But I managed to royally screw up everything – as expected. “I think you should just block me. So that I can no longer reach out to you.” “All I’m asking is a little time, Paul.” “That ‘little time’ will actually be longer. And it won’t be long, you’ll already forget about me.” “Just give me a bit of time to figure this out on my own. And stop implying that you didn’t break up with me. You broke my heart.” “I’m sorry, Audrey. I just want the pain to stop.” “And you think this isn’t hurting me? Knowing that I’m the one who h
I tried doing other things to let the tension subside. I started going out. I went to see friends. I did virtually anything possible to keep myself together.Then one day, I decided to give it one last shot. To convince her to come home – to us.I went on and asked Ludi to send her a message and let her know that I was in the lobby of her office. My old office. She was kind enough to see me. But the air wasn’t the same as it was before. “Hello, Audrey.” I said nervously. “Hello, Paul. How’ve you been?” she replied. “I can’t say that I’m okay. But I’m glad to see you. So… I dropped by to ask if you’d like to get breakfast and talk about things?” “Oh… Uhm… Sorry… I can’t. I still have a lot of work to do.” “Come on, now. For old time’s sake?” “I really can’t.” “Come on, I can wait for you. I think we can have a decent conversation and go through things like we’re supposed to.” “Paul, I can’t. I have a lot of work to do. Have you been eating? I heard you were wit
We now jump into the now, I just remembered having set up a blog from a while ago. I started working on it again when I found an old comment for one of my old playlists.It made things worse realizing that the same “A” who suggested the song for my playlist was Audrey. My Audrey. The woman who gave me everything and used to love me.Shortly after that, I pulled up Facebook only to find a shocker. A clip of Audrey. Out and about. But she’s with someone else. They were having breakfast. And you can go on guessing as to who she was with. I also found out about other things that I would no longer would want to write about seeing as it’s f*cking tearing me down to pieces just thinking about it. Thinking maybe they were just stories made up. I still think that she wouldn’t do me like that.In spite of how long it’s been, I constantly have to remind myself that she’s no longer coming home. And that I May never get to see her again in this lifetime.Going back to the first time I
About the AuthorJong Snow is a part-time content creator and a full-time employee. While he does not have relative experience in writing a book, his goal is to share stories that people could possibly relate to. The first novel he finished was a project he decided to work on during a very difficult time in his life.
So, I’m not really great with introductions. But this is basically a story that I’ve been meaning to write for a while now without really knowing why or what I would really want out of it.Anyhow, I am Paul. I am a normal guy, “street smart”, pop culture-savvy, music enthusiast, creative, and always curious. My curiosity would almost always get me into trouble. I also usually have a lot of thoughts in my head which makes me an overthinker.However, my ultimate dreams are simple. To be able to build a home, nothing grand, just something that I could be comfortable with. To save enough for when I grow old, so that I could finally break free from the corporate world which has held me hostage for the longest amount of time. To be able to just sleep sound and not having to worry about the alarm going off.These thoughts have been running through my mind since I was a little boy. Yes, my curiosity already knew about those things even when I was young. I would often sneak out at ni
Hey guys! This is Black Banter, and welcome back to my blog. See what I did there? Haha! I’m thinking about changing my intro, so you’ll probably be reading weirder intros moving forward. Speaking of something new, I’m again on the hunt for new songs for my playlist, “Emotional Banana”. Please don’t ask about the name – it is what it is and I love it. I haven’t talked to you guys in a while. How are you? What have you guys been up to? I hope y’all are doing well. As for me, well, still moving on from heartbreak, as you all know. After being almost a mom to my kids and almost four years of being together, she decided to end our journey. Time doesn’t make a person the right one for you, I guess.Anyways, I can’t wait to listen to your song suggestions again. Let’s help each other embrace the pain we’re all currently enduring. Let’s revive this joint. And maybe - just maybe - we’ll be able to let go.I’m finally back on track with my blog. It feels so familiar to be writing ag