“United Airlines flight AA648 to Chicago is now ready for boarding,” that's my cue to stand up from the airport bench to board an aircraft. I keep on wiping my tears as I can't control them.I’m in so much pain as I’m about to leave New York because it's the only choice left in me. One of the hardest decisions in my life and I believe I’m doing this for his betterment.Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things in life that cannot be, no matter how much you fight for them.I’m totally drunk of love and happiness when I’m with him, but there are things in the world that are not meant for me. I don’t want to wear myself out, I will not force myself to fit in his world - it’s not my thing.Yes, it’s harder to stop when you know he’s everything you’ve always wanted. But as they say, that the only way to stop hurting is to stop wanting, and the only way to stop wanting is to start accepting that the things we yearn so much to

On a Friday morning, Yvonne's so excited to watch the basketball game. She bid goodbye to me and rushed to the gymnasium because she doesn't want to miss even a few minutes of the game.After she left, I went to the café to work and cover her in her absence. Thank goodness that not a lot of customers visited the café and I know because all of the students went to the gymnasium to watch the game. I could say that most of the students are all excited to witness our team fight to its rival institution where I'm sure it would be a good match.I know that watching such games and supporting our varsity players are fun. But for me, my time is important. I need to work to earn money for my expenses. Living alone and no one to support me is hard, so better to discipline myself for my own good. I’m not born privileged so I must act the way I should be.Sometimes my self-esteem drops but I learned to embrace myself because I have no one but me. I have a dream to better mys

A week has passed and I got a two-hour break after my second class today because my should be next professor got into emergency and not able to make it. I decided to go to the library to do some research and on my way, my phone vibrated which is telling me that I got a message.“I saw Marco at the back of the art building doing his punishment,” that was Yvonne informing Marco's whereabouts.“I wanted to talk to him but I’m afraid the queen bee will get angry again," I replied quickly and that was the truth. As much as possible, I want to avoid arguments or issues to occur again.“Don’t mind her, she’s just jealous of you coz you are much prettier than her xoxo. Go there now! Don’t worry, I got your back!" she assured and I turned my way to the art building right away.I thanked her but she did not forget to remind me to tell her everything without skipping minor details when we get to the shop later at night. She's very Yvonne!When I sighted Marco

When the game started, everyone was not stopping from shouting and cheering for their respective team. I admired how strong and energetic the players were but Marco really got the highlights of scoring for the team because of his three points shots contribution and effective rebounds.He really deserves to be the team captain because of his perseverance and motivation to win the game. I could say that he really got the most of the fans cheering for him and here I am confused on why he chose to be friends with me rather than to befriend those people who wanted his attention.When the game ended, our university won and everyone yelled in happiness because of it. It was a good match of a game because the opponent was strong too and gave a good fight. This was the first time I experience watching such an intense game in my twenty years of existence and I admit it was fun.When Yvonne and I were about to head out of the exit door, Marco called my name and ran towards

Our relationship runs smoothly after a year and a half that we’re together. We are still getting to know each other more deeply and so far we are very happy. We managed to keep it secret and I haven’t got into any trouble or anything.  Sometimes, we argue but not to the point of hurting each other to the core. It’s just a friendly argument between two people who are so in love with each other. I remember one time when he carried me along to his apartment that I was shocked to enter a luxury building.“Whoa! Is this what you call your apartment?” I asked in disbelief because it was a penthouse. I know that he’s rich but f*** he’s filthy rich to own such property.“It’s just a gift from my parents," he replied calmly. "Before I enter college, I asked a favor from them to let me live on my own. I want to have a personal space before getting ready to handle jobs at our family business," he explained. “Your family is super-rich," he just brushed wh