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“So where is your happy place?”
I got this question from a colleague from overseas, and oh boy, I didn’t even know how to answer it.
To begin with, do I even have a happy place?
Eight months ago, I wrote about wanting something so bad.
The moment Bruno Mars decided to take his 24K Magic World Tour in Manila, I knew I had to go. Doesn’t matter where I would be sitting, I just knew I had to be there. I blocked my whole May 4th after securing a Day 2 ticket several months ago. I’m not much into concerts but hey, my fangirl heart cannot let this opportunity to pass!
I heard from somewhere that you cannot disassociate pain from love.
While I believe it’s true, there’s something inside me that’s still hoping there will be minimal pain. Unless you’re a masochist, no one really wants the pain that comes along with the love, right?
The moment I realized I have fallen in love with you, I also have embraced the fact that there will be pain.
It was an ordinary workday for me and I got out at 5. I took a van home instead of booking a cab — it’s cheaper that way and I was assuming it wasn’t that traffic yet, anyway.
I was right. It wasn’t traffic. The whole trip to my subdivision took only 15 minutes instead of the usual 45. I gathered my things and opened the van door to get off.
Only two seconds after, a guy intentionally crashed himself on to me. The next thing I knew was that his hand was trying to touch my crotch.
I immediately pushed his hand away, but he was too strong that he got a good grip on my crotch before walking away from me.
It all happened very fast.