I’ve attempted to post something for the past days aside from that survey but I had to throw it off as draft because my self-appointed MTRCB might react again. She’s too HB these past days; I just don’t want to add to her stress.

But I’m assuming this topic I’ll talk about is safe.

One’s attentiveness to a certain object of attention can often be interpreted by the object of the attention as attraction. Am I making sense? Often, the object of attention appreciates the attention and may feel that he too is kind of attracted to the giver of the attention. So spread that over some period of time, and voila!, the often deceptive feeling of falling in love, if both of you express it out loud, or maybe just a crush, when you keep it to yourselves.

Hey, I only based this from what I’ve observed for the past years. I am certainly not an expert on this. But I am long aware of this certain knowledge and have used it well to my own amusement, back in my glorious single-years, and protection when I was committed. I have acknowledged its power, tempting though to prove my theory again, I have resisted and respected it well enough; others’ feelings are never to toy with. What goes around comes around. Excuse nalang if I sounded a bit narcissistic.

So to an observant object of your attraction, no matter how careful you are to treat him like any other friend, he will have a certain awareness of your regard for him. I believe that we are all equipped with a certain capacity to read the most subtle of signs of attraction of others to ourselves – how the eyes linger a little longer than usual, or a smile is a fraction wider than usual, or a certain attentiveness even if you’re only seeing at the corner of your eye. We are just uncomfortable acknowledging it out loud; after all, you might also reading it wrong or giving meaning when there is really nothing there.

Still, I’d say, there’s nothing wrong with believing that the attraction, in some way, is requited. Just make sure you always acknowledge the limits, that no malicious thoughts cloud your decision, and just be happy… Yihii…

But thanks, by the way, for the wholesome-ness of this. There were too much perversions of attraction that I’ve heard of for the past months that I’ve questioned myself if I was a little too old-fashioned for the times… I guess there’s still hope for me still wanting a good old harana. I’d rather be serenaded than to be showered with gifts. No roses – I’d rather receive white lilies, but I won’t mind chocolates. Hay nako, kahit pa foreigner siya, sisiguraduhin ko I’ll get my haranas!

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Basta, if it gets too unbearable, let me know. Acknowledging your weakness takes strength… and you have always shown strength so far.  Kasi kung hindi, FO na tayo. HahahaI’m proud of you!