DEAR PHYSICS, Hi! I have something to tell you. First, sorry. Sorry for holding you captive for a long time. Sorry for the nonconsensual reading of Ms. Physic’s letter to you about Mr. Physics. And sorry for having this unusual feeling of ‘kilig’ when I read it—sorry but I like it. You know what, Physics? I like to confide in you my worries. Can you help me? I wish. Physics, Ms. Physics and I are not in speaking terms, so it makes my daily living so heavy. I don’t know what happened. It’s just one day, I woke up, then found out we’re not talking to each other anymore. Hence, I miss her. I miss her voice. The way she sings put my world into a halt. The way she laughs put my worries into oblivion. And the way she speaks put myself into her world. I miss her movements: her eye-rolling; her fist-shaking; her shoulder-flapping; her lip-biting—everything. I miss her scent—that strawberry-scent perfume. I miss her hair that smells like an after-shower smell of my bathroom. I even miss the scent of her perspiring nape that smells like a kid who played all day under the sun—so ew, yet so ee. I miss everything from Ms. Physics, so please let her know, Physics. Okay? So she might feel pity for me, then realize she misses me, too. Huh?! I thank you. Her Forever Ube, Mr. Physics/Ferdinand Zapanta PS: Tell her I said, “BBLL.” She knew what it means. Last PS: I was assuming I am Mr. Physics, Ms. Physics was telling you. If I’m not, I’m sure I am. *heart-shape-in-red-ink* (Source: mygfissopanget)
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 10:43:39 +0000
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