Last Saturday, since I was too impatient to wait at home for my friends’ call or sms if I could proceed to the hotel that they will check in, I decided to lurk around the shelves of NBS and Fully Booked at Shangri-la. I’m hoping to find a lighter read than the Lord of the Rings that I’ve been mulling over if I should read again; there’s just too much going on in my head for the past months that there’s no point filling it further up with a too serious of a book read.

But, really, I just weird myself out like this:

A book on the best seller’s table caught my eye. It was placidly stocked-displayed there bearing these words on the cover:

If you can’t forget the one who got away, can you…
Love the One You’re With
Emily Griffin

And yes I bought it, simply because, I would like to make myself believe this, it falls just about right on the price that I’m willing to shell out on a new book.

I liked it. It was the easy read that I was hoping for. It was about this newly wed girl who met her ex-boyfriend years later to which she was not quite over yet and her coming to terms with her feelings that arose from that encounter. I like how she rationalize what she’s feeling and how she battles on how to act on it.

But I guess what made decide that I liked it revolved around this sentence:

Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way.

Aw. Hate it. Haha

And now I’m done with it, I’m hoping I could get hold of my copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife. I really love that story.

Booo to sappy comedic stories. I hate being a romantic at heart.

Kung in love ka:

• Hindi ka makatulog,
• Hindi makakain,
• Parang nasisiraan ka ng ulo, at
• Siya ang laman ng utak mo magdamag

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