During my senior year in college, I accidentally met Bear Cuddler along Pedro Gil, just a few meters away from our house. We stared into each other’s angelic eyes followed by exchanging numbers. After dating for two weeks, we call it a relationship. Though we had not so good memories, I still do cherish every moment with him. We broke up after a year and a half. It was the longest relationship I had with guys.
A few months after the break up until today, Bear Cuddler was very persistent to win me back. Though I really do want to be with him again, but I can’t. It was because of my unrelenting superbia, and besides, I do have a partner every time he tried. It came to a point that I was totally avoiding him for not to make any arguments with my current that time.
Gradually, we became friends again. We oftentimes see each other in the gym, go out once in a while, and share lovelife problem. Thus, we became one another’s shoulder.
Then last month, it just came across my mind to give our relationship a second chance. Why not? I’m single and I believe that two years of living our lives separately is enough to be mature and to learn from our mistakes. So I gave in to the idea.
However, giving our relationship a second chance means sacrificing our newly established friendship. Risk is everywhere, so why not take the chances? Fighting for it was the very right thing to do. We decided to continue what we had two years ago. Who knows, he might be the guy I’m really looking for.
I love my Bear Cuddler. Muah.
