If my Life were Songs...

HE tried calling.

7-9 missed calls, HE gets the idea that I didn't want to pick up.

HE texted.

Just to talk. You know I miss you. HE

I fought the urge not to text HE back.

But ME replied with Gago, its my *ss you miss. 

Yeah, and that. HE replied.

I miss your *ss too... ME

Hahaha. You were always funny K. HE

Then this popped in ME's head:

Funny Girl is my all time favorite Barbra film tied with The Way We Were - I cry every time.

And if anything good came out with HE's text, its that ME can finally sing my heart out to my all time favorite scene in the movie like a diva.

You see, ME is a funny guy... sige na nga - girl! Although I'd like to think ME's witty - not funny. The song, though it struck a handful of chords before, hit the home run with ME when HE texted.

I know HE wants to have the HE-SHE relationship with ME but other that the two of us, there's no other bond that necessitates further communication. We don't have kids.

ME texted back: What for? Talking I mean.


I saying sorry and you forgiving me. Hehehe. HE answered

Then automatically, ME pushed a play button and ME was at a cliff:

I don't want to talk. ME replied.

HE didn't text back.

It would be a lot easier on my part if HE doesn't text back or text at all or call forever.

That would do me good.

PS: I love musicals. I wish I could just cue to a song and dance number whenever it strikes me. Back-up dancers, singers, confetti and all...