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The title might sound weird because usually, breaking up goes first before letting go to move on. But for some people and for some despicable reasons, they can’t get unattached to that relationship they’ve outgrown and learned to detest. Our relationship started November 9, 2004 --- but technically, it should have been December 28th of that year (talking about sailing off the wrong way or a vague way rather). The love was so good, so hot and so sweet. It became obsessive and destructive, then giving and constructive. There were too many wonderful memories drawn, but there were too much pain inflicted too. We broke up many times, but then made up after every split. We spank out of love, and made love after then. We were crazy. However, I must admit, my growth was stunted. I was stuck at 18, and worse, the relationship drew out the worst in me. As vague as we started, we ended up the same way. Perhaps ‘ending the relationship’ was a wrong choice of word because even after we’ve decl...

People certainly go to a point of a long pit stop. It is a pit stop that makes one frustrated, disheartened, disabled and full of anxiety. It is that stage that goes deeper the more you fight it. It sucks you like quick sand… It takes all the air that you breathe. It drains all the power and energy you have in that ‘winner-takes-it-all’ combat. You become naked as a new born lamb. You become as helpless as a baby lying in the middle of a jungle. You are immobile, but the world won’t halt for you…You are unable to survive when everyone’s running for their lives. And you are there, defenseless, lying underneath. Then you are consumed in deep thoughts of why’s and muddle… Then you become angry to the world--- and more fatally, to yourself. But why do we pass by a point of crashed tires? Why do we feel like we’re made to fail and are always on the losing end? Is it what we call fate? Is it that bad luck that drives us? Or is it just that we think we’re too tough nuts to open our minds ...

Before reaching Baguio proper, the view looks so wonderful and heavenly. The trees on the mountains kiss the clouds above. Blue, white and green collide to form a perfect horizon. In the dark, a flickering candle looks so gracious from afar. It resembles the glow of a diamond on a black velvet. Mona Lisa on the wall--- it's so amazing as you gaze from among the crowd. Tells so much of beauty and solace of a lady's smile. What a perfect form of art! Drive fast... nearing... nearing... As you reach the mountains, the trees and the clouds become closer. You can even feel them on your fingertips, but when you look around, the horizon's mystery has diminished. It becomes an ordinary sight to look at--- ordinary trees, clouds appear to be but smoke and the mountain's shape flattens. Intently look at the candle's flare. You'll see that its flame has three dull and plain colors, white, blue and yellow or orange perhaps. The harmony is lost ...