How freaking ironic

I started blogging about how I turned to God for help to nurse my broken heart. I was doing so damn well. I was. I still am. I love the fact that I don't feel hurt anymore but just disgusted at myself for being so hung up on someone who doesn't deserve my love.

Then as fate would have it... "Di ka nagiisa, wala narin kami..." was the text message I received from him. I didn't know what to react. I replied by saying that I'll just offer a prayer for them and that I'm sure that they'll work this out. I didn't want to involve myself anymore. I finally have the peace of mind that I wanted for so long.

But Iro-fucking-ny keeps getting in the way.

But I never stopped praying.