bitter no more

just stepping out of the elevator, the guard called my attention and pointed to the delivery guy. this is not about the guy but what he has with him for me, a dozen of red, red rose buds. not 1 or 3, but a bunch, a dozen. i felt a rush that i only get after finally getting my reserved gucci alligator tote bag at the flagship store in new york. and this one didn’t cost me a dime. i signed the receiving copy and rushed to my desk. everyone was staring at me, me with my bouquet of roses. i couldn’t care less, i have red roses, it sucks to be them :-p . i settled down, open my bin, open my laptop, check mails while i am so dying to checkout the card to find out from who. i acted as if it doesn’t matter but hell it does! so after my usual routine i attended to the flowers, my flowers. true enough, the card says nothing. as in nothing. though i have a gut feel who, married guy. i sent him a message before i retired for the night and got an early greeting that morning waking up. he’s sorry because we aren’t able to go out, his wife decided to visit him and will be in manila until the 20th. i think this is his i’m sorry.

so for those sorry losers out there without any rose (hehe, lemme rub it in just a little), here’s one for you. @}-,-’–

ito pala yung text nya: “Love is just a word until you meet someone and gives it a proper meaning. Love becomes alive in the person we chose to give out hearts to.” ayaw nyang aminin but i think sya nagpadala ng flowers.

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