my love story

I met him 5 years ago at school…introduced by a friend. He was popular, or rather, notorious, yet he was well acquainted with almost everyone.

He didn’t quite make an impression the first time we met. In fact, I disliked him. He wasn’t exactly my taste. I avoided him, but he keeps on popping up every time. He was omnipresent. Someone was always tagging him along. Since there was nothing I could do to avoid him, I learned the art of toleration… and I learned to co-exist.

Then I got very busy with school. Academics and dancing kept me away from him… lost touch for a couple of years.

I never expected that during the dark ages of my-so-called-life our paths would cross again. He was there when I drowned myself in alcohol, pity, and tears… was there when I turned my back on the world, and when I needed to be alone. Misery loves company. I was misery, he was my company.

Even when things brightened up, he held my hand and never let go.

I got used to being with him, I’d take him with me wherever I go. Some of my friends liked him, others did not, especially my parents who were gravely against him.

I didn’t notice his dark side… I didn’t notice that he was somehow messing me up little by little, because I was blind. Then I felt it… being around him too much was choking me…he was messing up with my head, my system.

I wanted out, but I could never give him up…

I am his prisoner.

This is the love story of Malboro Lights and me.

GOTCHA!

Tragic story isn’t it? Yeah. I’ve been giving it some thought for quite a while now… I thought of ditching those cancer sticks 4 months ago....I have been unsuccessful until now. But I’ll try harder.

I’m bleepin’ saving my lungs!!!! [piso para sa baga ni maroi]