I Am Over You

I am over you.

I don’t love you anymore.

You go strutting around with your new boyfriend. You display your affection to each other in public. You kiss, you hug, you dance, whatever. You shout to the whole world that you love him and you won’t ever let go of him. You tell all your friends that you’re the best couple. You both like pasta – CASAA’s pasta, romantic-comedy movies, going out on gimmicks, riding in cars with boys (in your lover’s case, riding in cars with girls), chatting on IRC day and night (well, that’s how you met him), surfing the internet (your guy does it for porn, I guess) stupid tagalog romance pocketbooks, and pathetic high school, big big big elephant pants fashion. You think you are really, really compatible. You think you can piss me off and ruin my beautiful day with all that. I don’t think so. As I’ve told you a million times now…

I am over you.

I don’t love you anymore.

You call me on the phone to tell me just how wonderful and exciting your new boyfriend is. You say he never forgets to send you goodnight text messages, which I think is sick. You say he takes you out to dinner every Friday night. You say he invites you and the whole barkada to a gimmick at Libis’ different clubs and bars every Saturday night. And despite the lack of sleep and rest (beauty rest for you), he never fails to go with you to church and hear mass every Sunday morning (now that’s truly pathetic). He even goes to your place after the mass, takes his lunch there, and bonds with your family. He gets you and your mom a bouquet of fresh roses, your dad and brothers a bottle of brandy, and your sister a stuffed toy. You say he takes you home from school in his car almost everyday. You say he loves you so much, as much as you love him. You think you can piss me off and ruin my beautiful day with all that. I don’t think so. As I’ve told you a million times and once more now…

I am over you.

I don’t love you anymore.

Now, you ask me to come with you two as your chaperone. I refuse to. You ask me why I don’t want to. I ask you why I should. You say it’s gonna be fun if I join you. I say it’s not. You ask me why it’s not. I say we were a couple before and your boyfriend won’t feel good about me joining your date. You say he wouldn’t mind. I say I’ve had enough of this. I’m not coming with you whatever you say. You think you can piss me off and ruin my beautiful day with all that. I don’t think so. As I’ve told you a million times and twice more now…

I am over you.

I don’t love you anymore.

But not really…